a seat on a bench,
with the breeze against my face,
never felt so good.

the water as the entire world for my eyes,
and the waves like thick clumps of acrylic.

on still days,
the ripples, like hypnotic static,
leave your mind calm and empty.

deep breathes of the fresh air,
clear your chest,
exhaling only what is needed by nature.

the lady bugs on the blades of grass,
and the dead leaves from the trees,
contempt with life.

living with what they've got,
their only joy is nature,
because that's all they need.

their sunday cup of coffee,
is their inverted climb up that leaf,
and back down.

unfocused on the other bugs,
just doing their own thing,
a short, but enjoyed life.