I sit on the soft green grass,
and listen to the bugs
and the birds chirp and buzz.
I stare out at the setting sun,
I feel the hot, humid shine on my face.

I listen to kids yell and play,
and wish I was little again,
so I could do the same.

I watch the leaves blow off in the breeze,
and glance out at the colorful horizon,
with the fluffy buttermilk clouds.

I look at the newly cut grass,
run my hand through
the softness of it,
and breathe in the sweet smell of fall.