Green filters through the leaves
And blue winks between.
My bed is the roots of this tree;
My blanket is the warmth of the sun.
I close my eyes and feel luminous,
As if sunlight radiates through me
Pouring out of my fingertips and toes.
This summer day of clarion beauty
Hazes the sky with heat that
Bakes into my bones as I bask in it.
On this brilliant, shining day
Nothing is more important
Than being here with you, under this tree.
Whatever Comes Next 