Sunlight caressing
your soft skin.
Light oozing
through smooth
leaves.
Clouds whisper past, urged
by a sporadic breeze.
A personal choir of robins, and bluebirds
sing in harmony for us.
Bright green blades of grass
tickling our bare feet.
Little
ladybugs, and tiny
ants,
crawl over your smallest finger.
In surprise, you swat them away.
You lay upon the soft blanket I brought along,
and slowly drift away,
into the wilderness of imagination.
I stare, and marvel at your peacefulness.
As sunlight caresses your soft skin.