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,
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
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,
overcome with a sense of wellbeing and
not a care in the world.
there will never be another exactly like me
and that doesn't frighten me, it
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.