Calm in the Evening

The sun sets
over the hills.

The grass blows 
in the gentle wind.

The birds twitter
an evening song.

The moon rises
over the vast field.

Our picnic blanket:
the only thing out of place.

We sit there,
quiet as can be,
eating our snacks
being careful not to disturb  
the lovely, peaceful evening.

If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.