A sunny day

A sunny day,
as the wind it blows through the trees,
and oh, what a glorious breeze,
and what a beautiful field,
and how majestic natures glories before me are,
so grandly revealed,
and here I am, healed,
here I am healed,
healed from the stress of modern life,
that causes such havoc with my life,
and my mind,
but when I walk through the fields,
how glad I am to sit amongst the finery of nature,
that fulfils my every aesthetic wish,
and how quickly in such a place my mind it comes to rest,
and how greatly this stillness it pleases me,
and how it touches me like a kiss,
a kiss upon the lips,
but time sadly, how rapidly it slips,
how despicably rapidly it slips,
but on a sunny day,
I will outdoors happily sit, and sit, and sit,
and I will no matter what make the most of it,
and it is for all I wish,
peace, and the calmness and the quiet of nature,
of which I savour and revel in every little bit,
and oh, how glorious it is,
how glorious it is.