As I lay in this field,
The sun shines its rays upon my skin.
A shadow is created upon the
Opposing side of my delicate body,
Darkening the once golden grass,
Now degraded to a lackluster bronze.

My shaded half is becoming uncomfortably cool,
Because Jack Frost nibbles at the exposed skin,
Seeing it as a wonderful midmorning snack.

My better half, however,
Shines with a soft, unobstructed glow.
Filled with a calming, serene warmth
Generated by the ever shining sun,
I continue to lay in my solitary love of myself...

But as I lay here,
I realize that I don’t know
Why I despise all of myself so severe.