In my spare time I want to be a sunflower – A poem

escapril day 9: natural light

I sit cross-legged on a sun soaked lawn
as Mother Nature strokes my forehead,

her silk caress lulls me into a daydream
commanding silence and slow breath

with my worries suspended in a sunbeam
she draws out every weight in my chest

I close my eyes and feel her gentle kiss,
as if frozen in a blink, time stops it seems

I sip on air, honeyed by the waterfall of warmth
cascading through the sky in an infinite stream,

in that moment, my heart is the centre of all life,
as I listen to how humbly Mother Nature sings