Sunny day

Sitting outside book in hand,

Wishing I was in the sand.

Hearing only silence,

missing is the sound of waves.

The sun is bright,

my skin feels tight.

My iced tea is refreshing,

as I sit here just reflecting.

there are birds singing,

from a puddle they are drinking

I 'm feeling nappy,

which makes me happy.

I begin to fade,

my book makes a nice shade.

wakes me slowly 

from my daze.