Just some more rushed stuff.
I had the idea probably about a minute before I started writing.
Not sure if jumping into this so quickly was a good idea or not, but, well, I did, so yeah.
I hope you enjoy.
Among the grass I rest my head
In the field is where I lie
My sight falls on the sky above
Watching shapes shift and move
The shapes drift fast and slow
They seem formless and distinct
From them comes a sense of calm
And aimlessness I can embrace
From below I drift with the shapes
I flow among them upon air currents
Like them I become formless
And shift shape as I move