To be outdoors,

Lying in the lush, savoury grass,

Where no questions are asked of me

And no answers need be given;

Save that of the regal cat,

Who requests my hand beneath his whiskered chin,

And the company to lie with and while the day away.

A tiny insect,

Resting on the waving edge of green,

Comes to visit me in the sunny solitude,

Peering through faceted eyes at my resting form,

Accepting me even unto the end of his short life.

It is here,

Where the sun shines through pink blossoms of the tree

And bright flowers of vibrant purple bask in the warmth,

That I, aside the black cat and his kneading paws,

Find peace and contentment anew

Amidst the wondrous glory of God's creation.

A/N: Just in case you don't understand the part about the bug's short life... I squished him.