I clearly hear the insects and birds tweeting, chirping, humming
In complete unison, but cannot distinctly tell which is which.
The chilling, whistling wind brushes up against my bare skin
Causing goosebumps which is peculiar because the sun is glaring
Down like a teacher at a disobedient student.
The scent of the evergreens is a baseball bat hitting my nostrils taking me back
And the wispy clouds dotting the sky as if giant's footprints had created them.
All while I'm admiring the nature around me, I am just sitting on the wet grass
Chilling me just as the swirling wind.