The Warm Summer Breeze


It was the young, warm summer grass
the heated summer breeze;
I walked upon the grassy hill,
a horse grazed near the trees.




The warm wind was pleasant
and my heart was at peace,
as some birds sang in the evergreen trees
and bright rays of sun hit my back.




So I lay there on that quiet hill
on the warm, dry summer grass,
and thought what a blessing it was -
to simply be.

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