Lost in a good place

Hear the water flowing,

The river is just ahead.

The bees and birds fly over,

On flowers that once were grass.

Here i lay my body,

In a soft land of no one.

My mind is right ahead,

Swiming in a pool, she just made.

I see deers running in the woods,

Squirrels climbing on the trees,

The sun shining in the sky,

The clouds covering me.

I feel the wind passing by,

I feel it touching my skin,

I feel it in my face,

I feel it in my beard.

What to think i dont know,

I still cant believe.

My mind is right ahead,

Swiming in a pool, she just made.

(Poema criado com um ritmo musical, daí um pouco a quebra de fluídez em algumas palavras, mas, como o já fiz uma vez para um outro poema, aqui deixo este também!)