Under the warm blanket of the sun,
Completely passive,
I lay on my stomach atop freshly cut grass.
A warm summer breeze blows over my back that carries a captivating scent;
A scent of the rose garden that lies near, and of raspberry shrubbery.
Content with myself, I breathe deeply.
The flawless taste of sweet honey suckle fills my lungs,
Soothing my already relaxed body.
Serenely, I compel myself into turning over;
My head tilted to a slant, like the hill that I rest on.
The lingering shadows from the orchard swing among the scented breeze.
A drifting leaf from the Aspen lands on my abdomen,
Tickling my skin with purity.
As my front side warms,
My eyelids fill with an alternating balmy glow and a lightly tinted shadow.