It is a wonderful thing
To throw the windows open in spring
And look upon the world.
I stand still and welcome the air
Saturate my skin.
The morning dew is winking at me
And the smell of fresh cut grass is teasing me.
“ Come play, come play”
Knowing precisely how to lift my spirits,
So out i go.
And my mind eases
And i forget my troubles as i settled my tired Bones
Amongst the roots, bugs and soil.
Lifting my gaze to the sky
And closing my eyes,
Humming softly to myself
I am free.