As I’m resting on the soft field,
glossed by trees from the sun’s ray,
I capture this moment, forever sealed,
in my mind is this spectacular day.
The colors are colors you can’t paint.
Not even a photo can capture the peace.
Everything is pure and nothing is taint
as I enjoy this gentle, warm breeze.
The sounds are music unknown.
There is no way to mimic these notes.
Resting on this field, completely alone
as the nature to my body devotes.
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