Contemplation in March

It's almost warm outside

yet I have this chill that shivers down my spine

and I'm left feeling alone

in this vast universe

full of all these different types of people

there is no one who is truly like me.

i'm laying in an open field

it's dark and

the wind cups my face as it slowly passes by

the grass is moving

ever so slightly

and the sun is just about set

time for it's farewell

until a new day arises.

i'm looking up towards the sky,

because really, what better direction is there to look?

i observe every little detail

as i am grasped with the overwhelming feeling of

how small i am in this world

and how beautiful nature is

how carefully constructed each blade of grass that i'm

lying on feels,

how different each cloud's texture appears,

observing

all the different shades of color that blend

into the sky and make it such a masterpiece.

each new day is 

a stunning work of art, with colors thrown 

across the horizon, 

the part of my soul that was striving

for someone like me, it's gone and now

replaced with an utter feeling of

warmth and

wholeness.

for laying in this field, i am

part of the earth, i am

one with everything.

i close my eyes and

hum gently to myself,

deep tones of relaxation,

i am

overcome with a sense of wellbeing and

left with

not a care in the world.

there will never be another exactly like me

and that doesn't frighten me, it

motivates me.

it's almost warm outside,

but there's a chill in the air, somewhere,

but i can't feel it now

as i am closer to nature,

it's beauty envelops me and

i am perfectly content.