When I sit in Seal's class all I think about is trees
While everything is so complicated what I desire most is so simple. I want a beach, a lake, a yard of my own, a forest, a field, and a boat to be in.
I want to rub my toes in dirt. I want to dig a hole and tenderly plant flowers. I want to play with a blade of grass. I want to listen to the breeze as it brushes against the trees or the grass in a field. I want my jeans dampened by the dew on a lawn. I want to roll down a hill and get grass in my hair, down my shirt, and laugh. I want to watch the dance of a butterfly for as long as it will let me.
I want to sit on the shore and watch the waves lap at the sand, I want to feel the grit of the sand beneath my fingernails. I want to get it in my hair. I want the sand to be slightly over-warmed by the sun. I want the wind to whip the sand across my legs and sting a bit. I want to smile at my water-filled footprints on the edge of the water. I want to playfully kick the water up and get wet up to my knees.
I want to sit lazily in the sun as a boat rocks gently on the waters of a lake. I want to run my finger through the water and read in the calm air. I want to swim in murky silt laden waters fearful of fish nibbling my toes.
I want to be surrounded by trees, leaves crunching beneath my shoes. I want to climb barefoot up a tree and read and listen to birds and wind. I want to skin my knees climbing clumsily down and sink into the shade to nap. I want to be lost in so much green that I forget that buildings and roads exist. I want to have a picnic in the middle of nature.
I want to rub my toes in dirt. I want to dig a hole and tenderly plant flowers. I want to play with a blade of grass. I want to listen to the breeze as it brushes against the trees or the grass in a field. I want my jeans dampened by the dew on a lawn. I want to roll down a hill and get grass in my hair, down my shirt, and laugh. I want to watch the dance of a butterfly for as long as it will let me.
I want to sit on the shore and watch the waves lap at the sand, I want to feel the grit of the sand beneath my fingernails. I want to get it in my hair. I want the sand to be slightly over-warmed by the sun. I want the wind to whip the sand across my legs and sting a bit. I want to smile at my water-filled footprints on the edge of the water. I want to playfully kick the water up and get wet up to my knees.
I want to sit lazily in the sun as a boat rocks gently on the waters of a lake. I want to run my finger through the water and read in the calm air. I want to swim in murky silt laden waters fearful of fish nibbling my toes.
I want to be surrounded by trees, leaves crunching beneath my shoes. I want to climb barefoot up a tree and read and listen to birds and wind. I want to skin my knees climbing clumsily down and sink into the shade to nap. I want to be lost in so much green that I forget that buildings and roads exist. I want to have a picnic in the middle of nature.