I like it here
Under this tree
Enjoying the last
Of the summer’s heat
A gentile cooling breeze
Tussles my hair
The slightest hint
Of moisture in the air
I lay here contently
As the world passes by
With scarcely a care
Of the struggles of life
Cars honk their horns
In frustration and haste
Defining the city’s
Impetuous pace
Still I remain
Quietly observing
In a dream-like state
Ingesting my surroundings
Passionately I rest here
Immersed in such peace
Obliviously happy
Completely at ease