A Stab at Poetry

No work for the day,
No plans either.

A sun that is bright
Warm
With a few playful clouds
In the sky.

A large open
Field
With luciously, green grass.
Wild floweres add different
Colors
Textures.
The noise of buzzing bees
The sight of colorful butterflies
The chatter of playful birds.

Barefoot
A long, flowing skirt.
A comfy T-shirt.
No make-up
No cares.

An enchanting book
Authored by Austen
Or Wilder.
Any classical author, really.

I lay in my field
I look at my bright sun.
If only this kind of atmosphere
Could
Exist.
Perhaps this is the Heaven
My Savior is designing for me.