After a hectic day of lectures and essays I lay in the grass and stare into the space <br /> <br />Then I slowly dosed off or I think that was the case and woke up in a field with a wooden fence blocking the sun from my face <br /> <br />Bees buzzing around the tree top making a pleasant noise <br /> The sun beaming down and the wind wrestling through the trees <br /> <br />Then I notice leaves dancing in the wind <br />As I watched them I slowly dosed off again <br />And woke up to the sound of my dad calling me in.<br /><br />Amber Vasquez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beautiful-day-17/
