The Otep Thread

I lay here, motionless
I see the sun dance through the leaves
The wind blows over me
I see the treetops sway
The grass beneath me, smells so good
The clouds above move at their slow pace
I hear little but the sound of birds
Maybe a nut fallen from a tree
The squirrels in the trees keep shuffling back and forth
They remind me of people in the city
Moving along their paths in such a hurry
I sigh, shift to my otherside
I slowly fall asleep against my favorite tree
I dream again of my perfect world....