Lying back in a meadow
stretched out on the ground,
quaint cloud formations
blow past shapes and settings
daisy's swaying
rosemary sighted.
Deep azure blue rests 'pon
hazelnut green,
elephant granite struts
through mosses and lichens
sitting placidly perched,
sparrows and waxwings
scamper and skirt; out from
the copse sticks the head
of a sleuth, tracking the
mischief aware yet aloof.
My feet feel light raindrops
as they deftly disperse,
light noontime break to quench
nature's thirst. Be nice to see
lightning appear up above,
a brilliant bright beam
disappeared, then in love.
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