Stoned Contemplation

I am off in a sunny field floating in the blue sky
smoking a joint as clouds are floating on by,
breeze floating on by.

I observe yellow birds fluttering and singing songs as
I take another hit and then begin singing along
while trees are dancing in the distance.

I begin flying around, encountering a clear flowing river,
moving to the shade I continue meditating, feeling the wind on my skin,
and the source of it getting nearer.