A Glorious Love

And wandering clouds of the softest white
Float gently overhead,
While I dream with prickly blades of grass
Pressing into my skin.
I feel the peace of heaven inside
And see it all around me
For life is beauty and peace is truth
And I have it all right here,
With daisies staining my skin
That buttery yellow color
And raspberries painting my lips
With a sweet almost-red,
With wind combing my hair.
No brushes allowed out here.
Water cleanses my skin,
Dew drops and the tears of birds,
Washing away the day.
I'm out on my own in nature
Exactly as I'm supposed to be
All I want is the earth, the sky,
The wind, the rain, the animals,
The flowers, the trees.