Young Writers Society

Amongst the chattering reeds I lie,
Listening,
To the birds gossip,
And the trees creaking back and forth,
I watch lazily,
As the river meanders thoughtfully,
Its waters quivering at the breezes touch,
The grass cushions my weary body,
The sun smiles tenderly,
Stroking my skin softly,
The nearby bushes singing a gentle lullaby,
Tempting my eyes to close,
And the clouds watch over,
As I drift into dreams untold,
Soothed by the riverside.