peering out the window

the grass outside invites me
invites me to lay down
in the warmth the sun creates
on its chest
to rest my head
on the ground
and rest my soul
in the rays

the breeze sings me to sleep
with its light whisper of eternity
eternally dreaming
of the rain that won't last until spring
the season carried off to the yonder
of my wonder
and where are the flowers
the pinks, and blues, and reds, and yellows
so yellow that only my dreams
can contain such vibrant
brilliant, radiant
streams of color