Walking to the lake
Laying on the grass
Watching
The clouds floating
In a blue sky
Changing its shape
Feels as if
An invisible artist
Busy making an art
Rustle of leaves
In the wood
Making its music
With the wind
Listening to the birds
Singing
Gurgling of the creek
Feeling the breeze
Sensed as if you were
caressing me
By the lake
I thought  of you
Today

©️Sobbingsoul