Under the Tree, On the Hill

Sitting under the tree, thinking of you, with your arms wrapped around me tightly. The wind blowing the branches, back and forth, looking over the hill, listening to grass as it grow, listening to the wind blowing through. Sitting under the tree, on the hill, peaceful sounds of nature. I spot a bird on the branch above me, "Hi Mr. Bird, how are you today?" the bird stays perched on the branch for a bit. Sitting under the tree, on the hill, thinking...of you...of life...pondering the beauty.