The birds in the trees
Are singing their songs
I'm here by myself
But nothing's wrong
I'm clearing my head
I'm thinking things out
Just laying here wondering
What life's all about
Nothing on my mind
Just lying in the grass
Watching life and clouds
As both slowing drift past
(c) 5-13-1981
7-31-2026/RjH
-
Author:
Raymond Hansell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 31st, 2026 15:25
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 11
- Users favorite of this poem: Syd
Offline)
Comments3
Highly existential and so well written. Nicely done
Thank you for reading.
Very relatable. Reminds me of a lazy day with nothing but my own thoughts to keep me company.
- Syd 🍄
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.