I sit on a bed of purple poppies
blanketed under the shade of
a willow tree
Leaning against its trunk I watch
as the birds soar
over the dancing shadows
on the ground cast by white
cotton balls in the sky.
I feel no hunger
I feel no pain
My heart is full
Nothing more I can gain
The sunlight caresses
my skin and I take a deep
breath of air that is somehow
so different from yesterdays.
There will always be something to worry
about but what people miss are the
things to be savored.
Like the pink roses glowing in the
morning like angels in the ground
So many questions in life
yet i need not ask why.
I just think of purple poppies
under a cotton ball sky.