Jazzy Universe

This dreamy sky
Holds my mind.
How many objects
Could I aspire
to or despise?

I wonder if
the wind
would mind
if I sat
here for
just a
moment..

Graciously,
It combed
my hair.
Played
with the
trees and
flowers.

How jazzy,
How very
jazzy.

God must
be something
like a jazz
musician!