As the World Passes me by

To watch the world pass me by
To sit upon the grass
on a peaceful spring day.
The wind whispering past my lips,
my wisps of golden hair.
Sunshine's smile woven with
the cool wind
rustling the trees
bustling - the world bustling
as I sit in silence
and at peace.
To smile
To feel at rest at last.
Dimensions.
Below the grass reaps root deep
in tender soil.
Above the leaves of a tree
are reaching for the sun.
To feel the rays wrap around you.
TO smile as the wind tries to push it away.
A game.
Only children know
to sit and smile and watch the feel
peace.
As the world passes me by.

By MR