In Bliss

To read my book, I begin
As the sun warms my pale skin.
Surrounded by just blue sky.
Not a single cloud goes by.
My blanket is on the hill.
The wind blows, I get a chill.
A stick is poking my ass.
Flowers sprout up from the grass.
Squirrels in trees are calling.
Bugs on the ground are crawling.
Boys play soccer in the field.
Planes fly by from our airfield.
Hammocks hang between trees.
Frisbees floating on the breeze.
Friends are gathered for picnics.
Let’s forget the politics.
Take some time to enjoy this;
Spend time living in bliss.