“Nature Behind My Ear, Waiting to Please Be Near”

Watching the sunset above the windy trees,

I see the meadows and through the leaves,

I hear the bushy clouds go by,

As wondering to myself, why?

As I stare in amusement to the sight of birds,

I am beginning to wonder what are these explicit words.

As I sit upon this soaked log,

Listening to the wide open fog,

Having forgot about all the times,

I haven't been able to hear the country chimes.