I’m on a hill

Overlooking the wide sea.

A breeze gently

Sways the grass,

Blows over through

The rustling leaves.

The sky is a deep

Dark cerulean blue

A home to stars of various

colors, sizes, and distances.

The waves lap

Gently against the shore.

I sigh softly and pat

The neck of my black bay mare.

Her mane is flying

In the breeze

Reminding me

Of nice blue nights past

Where peace resides.

It is so calm,

This feeling of mine

A state of grace

And absolute serenity…

…until the mare

gets stung by a bee…