Sunshine, great heat,
great heat by the stream,
sunlight off of the water,
bushy banks of green,
bushy banks of plants and trees,
and nearby flies hovering above the water,
and around my head annoying me,
but I am not unhappy sat here in the sun relaxing,
for there is no work to be done,
and there could be nothing finer,
than being sat in natures revelry,
for it brings calmness,
and the calmness of mind, it is the finest thing,
and the only thing that I need,
for what is life, life without stillness,
and what is life, what is life without your own sanity?