Lie there,
On the blanket,
On the grass.
Watch the leaf,
Hanging by a thread,
Glide down gradually.
See the clouds,
They intertwine,
Seemingly to kiss.
The butterfly will do just that...
Fly.
And the hummingbird,
It's wings hum.
This may seem cheesy,
And perhaps all too cliche,
But I swear to you...no photo will do this justice.
One must lie there,
In peace,
Without a phone, care, or worry.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
Lie there,
On the blanket,
On the grass.
Watch the leaf,
Hanging by a thread,
Glide down gradually.
See the clouds,
They intertwine,
Seemingly to kiss.
The butterfly will do just that...
Fly.
And the hummingbird,
It's wings hum.
This may seem cheesy,
And perhaps all too cliche,
But I swear to you...no photo will do this justice.
One must lie there,
In peace,
Without a phone, care, or worry.
