Orchard

Sitting alone in an orchard,

I observe a diligent bird,

As it flutters its wings,

And a lovely song it sings.

Sitting alone in an orchard,

I observe a beautiful butterfly,

As it sits on radiant flowers,

And stays there for long hours.

Sitting alone in an orchard,

I observe a busy squirrel,

As it searches the grass for nuts,

Making its own path and shortcuts.

Sitting alone in an orchard,

I can feel the carefree breeze,

As it flows gracefully through the fold,

Feeling pleasant and a little cold.

Sitting alone in an orchard,

I watch the mighty sun,

As it moves down the horizon,

Making a promise to return.

Sitting alone in an orchard,

I get a feeling of being lost,

As I sit idly biding my time,

And writing this stupid rhyme.