Bring Some New View
a man's getting fresh air
the wind waving his hair
there's nothing to explain
A paradise before him
thousands of birds sing
greenish pumping plains
cotton-clouded skies reign
He just stands up there
being one with land
an endless painting to stare
and absorb barehand
This is lovely. A perfect scene, beautifully evoked.
Years ago I went to a hypnotist for pain. He would tell me to imagine the most peaceful place I could remember. That place was like your poem. Quiet. Next to a field, under trees, with a stream nearby.
That's what it felt like.
Thanks for your nice comment, @agmoore.
Nature often heals us in ways anything else can. I am glad my poem made you remind that relieving experience.