Sitting in shade of a small tree,
hoping sun shines no more on me.
Birds and bugs fly about,
Hot warm sun bothers them none.
Sun blares down on leaves,
Burning them to a dark red crisp,
falling slowly, crunching loudly.
Theres one lone branch,
From one lone tree,
Lay on the ground in the heat of sun.
Flowers populate in little mounds,
People yelling and laughing,
Totally ignore nature that surrounds.
But I don't, I soak it in.
Trees, grass,
Flowers and life,
So beautiful, so interesting,
Nature at its finest or so it seems.