i long for the tranquil blissful days of summer. where life can be no calmer. i want to fly up above the ground where no mortal hands can reach,sore with the eagles and hug the clouds. i want to peep through an open roof aeroplane and steal a look at God’s face.
i want to swim on my back in clear blue pools head riveted upwards to the sky. l want to roll in the grass, tumble downhill and rumble with nature. i want to walk through the thick forests, hide under the dense cover, hear the rustle of the leaves as they go down under the weight of each foot. i want to run across bare hills, hear the chirping of the birds, feel the wind on my cheeks and close upon my heels.
i want to watch the sun set as it goes to sleep and roast fresh-smelling maize cobs in the dark on a small wood fire. i want to listen to the music of the creaking crickets and croaking toads. i want to chase after fireflies and reach out to touch the stars on tiptoe
at the end of the day i want to lie back in a comfy bed of hay and from there dream of the rest of Gods creation.
yes, this and much more i want to do