Lessons in life part 15....Take time to look down

I climb and offer my face to the sun,
seeking the balm of a southerly breeze,
It lifts the leaves and makes the trees laugh.
A crowd of resting crows, accuse themselves
of being too loud, their squadron scrambled
like black stars on a white warm sky.

The lake below has caught the wind
It moves slim fingers over its piano keys
stroking away the mirrored mountains,
fragmenting the purple hues of heather.
Distant wood smoke from a hill side cottage,
drifts across the valleys deep green canopy,
thinning out like a light brush stroke.
I lie back, holding on tight to handfuls
of of thick tufted grass and feel
the world revolving as I pan out to orbit.