The Grass And My Bed

I lay down in the grass, my eyes closed,

With tulips on my left and a book on my right,

I breathe in the breeze,

I listen to the sprinklers,

The sun is burning from my right,

The birds on my left, are singing the carols from other night,

I rest in the middle of this vista,

I wrap myself in the burbling river,

The mountains are turning white, on my right,

The trees on my left, are whispering secrets of the jungle,

I lay down in the bed, my eyes open,

With remote on my left and a coffee mug on my right,

The roads were silent but the birds were chirping,

I then realized the feeling,

Of our mother Earth healing.