As the sun sets.
The sky is lit up with soft reds and fallacious yellows.
I’m lying here.
On the comfortable grass, in the beautifully preserved meadow.

I then look up.
Clouds of scarlet comfort the elegant, quiet countryside.
I have to smile.  
This sight has given me an uplifting feeling inside.

I just admire.
The green and golden fields glow in the angelic, graceful sun light.
I have to sway.
The grass is dancing alongside the cool breeze, waiting for the moonlight.

It’s time to rest.
The sun says, as it starts to descend into the distance.
Don’t want to breathe.
I’m afraid that it would ruin the poetic silence.

Seeing houses.
Scattered randomly across the freshly cut grassland.
There is a few.
So they can’t spoil my view of the whole land.

Flowers are near.
They add to unique moment, by giving off a sweet scent.
Modern colours.
Blend into the meadow, as though this is a flower show event.

Different feeling.
Is coming over me, because we refuse to take advantage of this beauty.
But I do know.
That the graceful sun is setting amazingly, just for me.

Getting darker.
As the sky is now a dimmer shade of blue.
I’m feeling cool.
As the wind blows behind me, as it is over due.

The sky is black.
With thousands of tiny white dots, seamlessly hanging from the night sky.
I then stare up.
Wishing it was this incredible in the middle of July.

There is nothing.
No cars, no people and no airborne machine flying over.
Just me alone.
Watching a clip of this world gradually getting better.

I want to sleep.
So I can capture this feeling of just me and this world.
I am asleep.
Feeling happy that I am not living in a dream world.