I'm laying here.
In the lush, green grass.
I am at peace, there is nothing to fear.
I am doing nothing, but sitting on my butt.
A light wind.
Brushes against my face.
It's whispering to me.
Saying words that I can't hear.
A twig snaps.
Just behind my head.
What would want to disturb me?
Lying here, peaceful and at balance?
A purring sound.
Like a buzzing and humming bee.
It's just my cat.
Climbing to lie on top of me.
There's something about those purring noises that get right to your centre. A cat is such a comfortable creature, you can only relax with them, which is great. Love Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like peaceful poems like these. I'm also missing summer!