Whispers of the Soul

Summer

Barefoot on the Grass

Barefoot on the grass, where the earth meets my skin,
I dance through the morning, where the warmth begins.
Each blade a soft whisper, a tickle, a sigh,
As I wander through meadows beneath the blue sky.

The sun spills its laughter, a golden cascade,
As I chase after shadows in the cool glade.
The world blooms around me, vibrant and free,
In this playground of summer, just the sun and me.

The scent of fresh blossoms drifts sweet on the air,
A symphony of nature, without any care.
I twirl with the daisies, spin with the breeze,
While the trees sway above, their leaves dancing with ease.

Splashing in puddles where rain kissed the ground,
The joyful sound of laughter is all around.
A picnic spread wide on a checkered cloth laid,
With sandwiches, berries, and memories made.

The sun sinks low, painting skies into gold,
While fireflies awaken, their magic unfolds.
I chase them through twilight, their flickers a guide,
As the stars twinkle softly, my heart open wide.

In these simple moments, where time seems to pause,
I find endless wonders in nature's applause.
For barefoot on the grass, I'm alive and I'm free,
Embracing the essence of pure jubilee.

So let me hold tight to these days filled with light,
Where worries dissolve in the warmth of the night.
In the magic of summer, my spirit takes flight,
Barefoot on the grass, everything feels right.