One With It All

Whilst standing in, a sea of clovers A sweetly, salted breeze brushed by Sifting Thoughts, into compartments Time is standing, in absolute stillness ———– Meandering through, the forests flora A

Slow dancing, daydreaming amongst clovers Barefoot floating, upon the gentle breeze Each breath slowing, with hair gently flowing Peacefully engulfing, my souls every breath —— Daydream walking, aimlessly meandering Through

A babbling brook, meandering throughMisted dew dropped, mornings glazeStillness drifting, along it’s pathwaysAir chilling, the soothing side effects—Gentle breezes, waifts hairs hither yonRains misted essence, quench draughtsOf sweltered unbearable, by