Backyard

I always like my backyard best
When the wind is slowly blowing the trees
And they talk to each other.
I lay down on my hammock and
Stare into the clear blue sky.
I close my eyes and wonder about
All the beautiful things in nature.
My mind dreams off into its fantasy land
And I smile.
I can feel the rush of excitement
As I sway back and forth
On my hammock and think
About happiness.
I sigh and stroke my hair.
I hear the grasshoppers playing
Their melody with the grass
As the birds join in
With the harmony.
I see the plants all around me
Stretching out into the sky
Which holds the sun
With careful hands.
This is life
To the fullest
And nothing
Can take that
Away from me.

Author notes

This is in the same format of my other poem "Dreamland' but portrays a different meaning. The person wants to feel the freedom of the world, and starts with her backyard.