Laying in nature feeling careless
Even knowing that outside this field things are a mess.
My friends and I laying under a shady tree
Waiting, Watching, Listening for the buzz of the bees
Watching and waiting for the wind to blow
To see this great nature flow
As we lay there and watch the wind blow the rows of grass
In the distant cafe we hear refreshing jazz moving fast
The leaves, and the trees, the flowers catch the breeze
Knowing that in a few months the tease of the breeze will be gone and all this will freeze.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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