Sitting under the grand maple leaf tree, I sit and wait. Flipping through the pages of a book I have read more than a hundred times it feels like, I wait.
I wait for the sounds of the birds chirping as the sun rises in the east awakening the world while the setting moon closes another peaceful slumber.
I sit with my eyes closed on the warm summer ground letting the sounds of nature lull me to a peaceful daydream.
The grass under my body feels soft as if I was sitting on the world's comfiest carpet. I suspect this feeling must be from the rain we had a few days prior.
My hands graze the blades of the grass and I pick a few strands up, twirling them through my fingers. Green.
The green grass reminding me of summers before where I spent the days at the lakes and rivers swimming in what seemed like an endless water.
Looking at the nature surrounding me I feel at peace. Almost at home. I am awestruck at how beautiful a world we have and how truly blessed we are to be living on this planet.