Simple Bliss

 
What simple bliss it is to lie
On grass beneath a clear blue sky
And hear birds chattering in the trees
And feel the caress of the soft Spring breeze
 
To feel the first warmth of this young year
Is to me a gift so dear
As on my tuft of grass I lie
Beneath the vast and clear blue sky
 
No thoughts have I, no wants or woes
And all I wish is to behold
The curves and colours of the hill
As I lie sweet, and calm, and still
 
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