Clouds

i wrote this on the day when i was TRULY happy.

As i lay on my back.

The cold, crisp grass against my skin.

I look up to see the clouds.

Light, puffy, calm clouds.

Moving swiftly across the sky.

I watch as they carry themselves.

The sun beating down.

Warming my face.

I close my eyes.

And fall into a deep sleep.

Author's Note

ive always wanted to do this but never can

Reviews

[Alex Paulsen]

I like this a lot, but the word "cold" takes away the bright, ethereal overall tone of the work. Perhaps find a less "extreme" sounding synonym... like "cool"

Otherwise, this was very pleasant to read, I'd love to lay on some grass, free of judgment, boundaries and responsibilties.