Doing Nothing

O’ what fun it is, To lay on the grass, Green and soft; To feel the cool breeze, And its gentle flow; To see the rain drops fall, And smell the freshness later; Or just stare at clouds, Drifting in the blue sky; Or gaze the stars at night.

A good rest, After a weary work, Or a good time play; A time pass (speaking literally), But a time to dream, To journey fantasy lands. Time not to think, But remember self, Or simply, Doing nothing.