Blades of grass they sway
As my mind meanders throughout the day
Lying on my back looking up
While I sip from my cup
Visions dance through my head
From my imagination, they're fed
Birds fly through the trees
Gliding on a gentle breeze
Sun it blinds
So bright it shines
Warmth on the skin
Contentedness within
Cool of the ground
I make not a sound
Silence chosen
Lips frozen
Sleep beginning to overcome
As the senses begin to numb
Consciousness slips away
As in the grass I lay
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