GRASS FIELD

I listen to birds chirping in trees I hear the leaves rustling in the breeze I hear bees as they buzz by
While in the grassy field I lie I see the beautiful butterflies I see the new saplings rise, I see the birds flying by While in the grassy field I lie I smell the grass all green and fresh
The scent of flowers at their best I smell the nearby field of rye
While in the grassy field I lie I feel the grass between my toes
I feel the cool wind as it blows I feel the warm sun in the sky
While in the grassy field I lie