The sun is beating as the wind
gently caresses my bare legs.
Looking out on such a beauty that
can only make you think a god
The bugs are curious of me, but
not enough so to be a nuisance.
With each minute gust of fresh
air my hair dances across my face.
The sun is relentless.
The cows don't seem to mind, as
this is their home.
Seemingly, I am jealous of these
As they graze they care not of
the worries of the world, driven
only by the hunger for more life,
creating an orchestra of bells.
I am safe, I am home.