As I Lie Down on the Meadow

Writer Franz Kafka once said,

"I don't feel particularly proud of myself.

But when I walk alone in the woods,

or lie in the meadows, all is well."

I relate to his words deeply.

Well, I feel good,

even when I’m not in nature,

as I do art, garden, childcare,

but when I am out there,

a happiness floods my being.

I feel alive, heart sings,

I belong there, fit in well.

My problems seem tiny,

I’m not bothered by agony,

I love this stress-free feeling.

Lying down on the wild oat meadow,

holding a mustard flower bouquet,

fanned by the spring breeze,

surrounded by lush greenery,

hills, and canyons scenery,

gives me tranquility Zen,

feels as if I am in heaven.