to sit

i love to sit
with my head in the shade
with my boots on the wall
made of stone like a cave
my mind loves to ponder
on everyday things
like the colour of grass
and the sound of bird wings
i fly on the birdsong
i ride on the breeze
i listen to flowers
and the humming of bees
the sun follows me
and i follow the shade
as i dream of tomorrow
and plans i have made
i breathe in the good air
sun caresses my skin
if this place is earth
where does heaven begin

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