My body, fatigued and scarred with life,Lay down on the silken mattress,Indulged in its leniency,I close my eyes,One,Two,Three... A blue sky is sheeted above my wimpy eyes,And I see the puffy white clouds float ever so gently,Warmth surges through my veins asthe ambient star atop sends me its regardsof a summer’s day.Disheveled and damp,I am immersed by the summer-born leaf grass.Little fingers tickle my senses as a zephyr breeze enlightens my ears to a sweet melody,Flown to from the city far ahead.A redolent scent drifts into my mind,And my body relaxes,Tense muscles soon wear down,As I am content. Walking through the overgrown meadow,Hidden amongst secrecy,Enriched with buttercups and calla lilies,Maple berries and violets,My absent-minded heart beats at a chirping pace,As wandering eyes gaze upon a spectacleto behold,And a mind sets on the future to come. Jaded eyes uncurl,To embrace the gruesome scene lingering atop,A hand stirs from rest,And clenches into a fist.My weary face shifts to motion,And redeems its righteous smile.