As the birds chirp, I lay
back in my rocking chair and
watch as the large trees tower over me,
the grass swaying in the wind.
I hum to myself as I look up at the birds dancing
and twirling in the sky, I smile.
The denim-jean jumper I’m wearing itches on
my skin, the brown-colored cardigan I wrap myself in, shines in the sun.
I step off of my porch and walk onto the grass, the wind
blows my locs another direction,
and I silently grin.