the grass in the shade lays still casting shadows on the tree

lying closely as I tilt my head up to the sky I see

everything is quiet and silent so serene.

today is monumental and splendid

magical and deep shady blue to green

rich in color few in number puts my weary mind to slumber

peering into the clear air the moon glows red pale light

almost creepy but semi neat I rest my tired feet.

wishing and growing sleepy I rest my head on a patch of lonely hay

Not for long I will be dreaming magical natural themes

perhaps of the light and glow of the mystic moon

drifting in and out the only sound I hear is the noise of a baby racoon.

Nice write