Bliss

Again, more lyrics. Describing the feeling I get whilst looking at romantic art.

The sun shines through the brush in the trees. The wind blows through a couple of the leaves.

The sky is white, the sun red. Can’t get the feeling out of my head.

The green of the grass is bliss. A sight that none can miss.

I fall asleep and do not dream. I wake up, to oceans gleam.

I feel no stress. There is no thing this can’t impress.

I feel hollow but not alone. Like the world around me is my home.

-Alec Fletcher