To lie on green grass with someone you are close to, between the trees and the river.
Feel the breeze, and the sunshine, enjoy the bees and butterflies flitting between buttercups, sunflowers, asters and daisies.
The smell of newmown grass.
Listen to the water flowing in the river, maybe you could dip your feet in there, and see the fish swimming, without a care.
As we lay on the grass we hear birdsong and see swifts and swallows above us and they sing to the world, flying free.
Our cares are forgotten as we recuperate and relax and become one with nature and appreciate it's beauty.
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Hapley was one of the most celebrated entomologists of his time, famous for his discoveries and infamous for his bitter feud with Professor Pawkins. Their rivalry had lasted for decades and had grown from an academic disagreement into a personal war. It began when Pawkins dismissed a species Hapley had named, and from that moment onward, the two men attacked each other relentlessly in papers, meetings, and public lectures. Their quarrel became legendary within scientific circles, stirring passions as fierce as any religious dispute.
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Delightfully restful.
This is so relaxing. Well done.
Very peaceful
This was so wonderful Mike. I loved it!
Stunning nature poem!!! Loving it!!!β€οΈβ€οΈπ
I think that is my moment of zen for the day
What a beautiful picture you have painted here.