BlackBearGirl

I love feeling free 
While sitting under a tree 
And sipping some tea 

I love to listen 
The birds sound so beautiful
On a summer day

When the apples are ripe 
Pie making is the best thing

I sit in a tree watching the sun set over the hills.
A rabbit hops across the field. 
Suddenly it becomes peacefully still as if all beings are asleep.

 Written when I was 11

As I lie here on the grass on this crisp spring morning I listen to the birds chirping, to the train going by, to the people talking in the distance and the sound of the wind in my ears. The feeling of the grass under me; cold.