Lift

I lift my eyes to see the blue
  flying with white puffs
Going by one by one while
  flat I lay soaking in this
Beauty, the warmth comes
  through and the bugs
Buzz by on their busy way
  harvesting and I am
Just still on this field, watching
  it all pass by until the
Shadows lengthen and it is
  time to move in concert
With all that is moving and
  it is a joy to just be
For a time on the grass
  noticing all which does
Not stop and keeps turning
  even when we need to stop

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