Pretends

The wind blows through the trees
Green grass is gently tickling my knees
My hair takes on its own spirit as it it flows with the wind
Here I am at one with a great friend
My soul seems to fly in thousands of ways
My face is beautifully brightened by sunshine rays
My eyes look up at the clear sky
Then to an eccentric painted butterfly
As my body is overwhelmed by Mother Nature
The feeling is so clean and pure
As I lay each blade of grass bends
How blissful, sadly it is only what my mind pretends