freedom in aloneness, admiring the shifting skies
while the dainty grass below me dances all along my thighs
as if hugging the earth around me, praising it for all its given
you must break down the walls to be one with what you live in

through a thick cotton shirt, you can hardly feel the wind
those itchy, stiff jeans dont let any fresh air in
its time to take it off, theres a zipper for a reason
what better way than ****** to really feel the season?