Laying in the grass,
three birds flying past,
three birds descending gently,
three birds come to rest their wings,
three birds tired of flight after flying upon the breeze so fast,
three birds come to look for food amongst the grass,
and the flowers under the sun in the beautiful sky.
Three birds in their black coats,
three birds singing and bringing happiness to my eyes,
three birds that make me feel so alive,
three birds descended and landed from up on high,
and here, here am I,
thankful in the nature that surrounds me,
and that I so admire,
for what a wonderous place is this,
and how much it does truly inspire,
and what a wonder it is,
because how much it sparks my imagination,
and how much it rouses my heart,
from out of every day's grinding existence,
and how it takes me higher,
to a higher plane, where happiness rains,
firing the neurons in my brain,
forming thoughts to ponder upon,
and to wander along,
as in the beautiful fields with the three birds,
in the sun I happily lay,
and oh, oh how glorious,
how glorious is the day,
how glorious is the day.
