Only Birdsong

There is certainly something to be said,

for laying on grass, and resting your head,

While all around you is peaceful and still,

catching the breeze with just time to kill.

 

The breeze on your face,

nothing on your case,

Your head is done with asking why,

Just birdsong and clouds passing by.

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