You know those days?
Those pretty-weather-days?
When you just want to lay out in the grass
And soak in the warmth of the sun
And look up at the clouds,
Finding pictures.
And even though you arent really doing much,
You arent bored. Not at all.
Its just…peaceful.
And things seem right.

And then theres those nights.
Sitting by the warmth of a campfire.
And you just lay out in the grass
Listening to the sound of the crickets chirping
And you look up at the stars,
Finding patterns
And even though you arent doing much
You arent bored. Not at all.
Its just…peaceful.
And things seem right.