lying in the hammock
i drift away
between two apple trees
i feel like
i am floating
it's late morning
the sky is a rich blue
and the clouds
drift
just like me
at a dreamy pace
in the distance
the crickets
are chirping loudly but
it does not disrupt my reading
the scent of the sweet dewdrops
and pink clover
lingers in the air
which is clean,
but soft
the sun is gently warming me
at the perfect intensity
just like
everything else
in this beautiful place
it's been so long
so long since my life
was busy and
stressful
that word just seems
so far away
there is nothing wrong here
because this
this dreamy place
is so mild
this state of existence
not living
just being
is so peaceful
