Nature poem

Crows cawing in the thick summer sunlight.
Faded grey boulders at the water's edge.
The warm wind is clawing.
I lie on the picnic rug under my tree.
Sunlight sieves itself through trees.
Odd-shaped foliage lights up the thick grass.
Golden field filled full of tall yellow.
My tree protects me from the slashing wind.
It keeps me cool against the hot summer sun.