Feldeinsamkeit
In a Field - Solitude

Allmers

Iím resting quietly in the tall, green grass,
My steady gaze directed upward,
Surrounded by the ceaseless chirp of crickets,
Wrapped wondrously in the heavensí blue.

The lovely white clouds drift by
Through the deep blue like sweet, silent dreams.
I feel as if I were long since dead,
Also drifting through eternal realms.