I wake up
I'm laying on my back looking up at a fine day
the sun sheilded by a tree
I'm laying in a field of grass
fine grass cool to the touch but not moist
the air smells fresh and clean
salty like the ocean is close but the ground says other wise
a breeze is flowing past me
sounds of birds and insects around
I sit up
seeing all the forest around me but for the clearing i am in
the breeze blowing through the grass
fine grass cool to the touch but not moist
the salty air blows through from what i see
the beach, past the tree and down
sounds of the waves from afar
I am on top of a mountain
looking out to sea from a mile away
seeing the tide on the beach and the rocksin the water
I watch the breeze bend the tree in motion with the grass
fine grass cool to the touch but not moist
21-04-08
Mark Antony
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