Sensing Nature

As I lie here on the swishy spiky grass

And look up to the sky

I see a swirly storm

Of grey and white horses

Racing powerfully through the sunlight.

The tree swirls hard

As the wind blows strong.

The hot yellow sun beams into the grass helping it grow.

Off in the distance, I see some waves

So strong and powerful

A fish could not pass through it, not a tiny bit.

What a beautiful sight.