Lounging for the passage of a parted day,
The mind so wandering and vast,
Expands so lightly in the vacant hours,
Calmly ebbing in a stiller rhythm downstream.
Wet grass and the cascading whiff,
Of all encompasing life in verdant sprawl,
Wisened roots to gentrify in truer sense,
Lowly paths to watch ascending arches,
Leaves and moss to drape the land in pearls.