my hair fills my face
teased by the breeze
my feet are tickled
by prickling grass
my back is just
beginning to ache
I’m changing position
with every breath
my jeans I fear
may be slightly damp
I swear an ant went
somewhere it shouldn’t
and yet ..
and yet I sit
beneath this tree
embracing the wildness
and living this moment
my lunch break escape
where nothing else matters
but here and now
and feeling this feeling
of warmth and contentment
relaxation and calm
alone but not lonely
in summer’s haze
OOoh, you put the words perfectly for me relaxing here in Greece! What a wonderful poem!
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Thank you, glad the words fit your situation too 🙂
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soooo peaceful – very nice
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Thank you Paul – glad you could feel the peace despite the ants! 🙂
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serenity 🙂
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Indeed, yes 🙂
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Sounds like my kind of out door moment! It always looks so nice in photography when you see a model sitting with a smile on her face under a tree, I often buy that image in my mind and think it will be like that for me – it never is, but you’ve got to enjoy it somehow! 😀
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Yes, sitting on the grass is never quite so romantic and perfect as it looks, but I still enjoyed it anyway 🙂
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Perfect! I’m glad the ant didn’t damp your inspiration! Lovely!
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Thanks 🙂
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