The Fields

My place feels happy like a bird singing a melody
It is quiet and windy, the plants the trees and some lilies
I hear birds, trees and smell flowers blooming and the bark cleaner by the ants grooming
Fresh fields as far as the eye can see and the birds in flocks forming a V
As the trees stretch its arms and legs to grab on from tree to tree
I lay on the grass, read feeling happy and at peace