Outside

Chirp chirp
chirp chirp
the birds sing.
Telling each other
unknown things.
A soft, cold wind
flows through the air
gently blowing
my dark brown hair.
The grass is green
and flowers grow
small but beautiful
not one bit dull.
the ground is hard
but somehow still soft.
This is a bliss you won't find
in any loft.
The trees are tall
I can't see the tops
the bark is brown
with no signs of moss.
The sun is hot
on my skin
the warmth is so great
it should be a sin.
I am outdoors
and it is great
I want to stay here forever
where there is no hate.