Zoey Reign Reed-Nature calls

As the birds chirp, I lay

back in my rocking chair and

watch as the large trees tower over me, the grass swaying in the wind. I hum to myself as I look up at the birds dancing and twirling in the sky, I smile. The denim-jean jumper I'm wearing itches on my skin, the brown-colored cardigan I wrap myself in, shines in the sun. I step off of my porch and walk onto the grass, the wind blows my locs another direction, and I silently grin.