There might be better days than this
but none as beautiful.
I have a blade of grass in my mouth
and the whole sky to taste.
There was a fragrance
which seemed to love being around me,
and the sun just let the cool breeze be.
I was that bird who was flying in between the clouds,
I was that cloud which drifted, it's mind unmade,
I was that girl who read the sun.
Such days, such times.
I would like to be like this day -
uncluttered, loose-limbed, uncaring, unburdened.
I would love to be like today-
light, happy, with the blade in my mouth,
and the whole sky to taste.