Drink in the Sun

They call me lazy,

As I sit and drink in the sun,

Listening to angels' whispers.

They say I should be at work,

In an office, a shop, a bank, or

Any sort of place of business,

Putting in time and performing,

Seemingly meaningless tasks,

While longing to sit and drink

In the sun.

One needs to eat,

Have a roof over one's head.

One needs clothes, and

So many seemingly senseless material things.

May I sleep under the stars,

Pluck fruit from the tress,

Bathe in a brook,

and twirl in the breeze.

Naked I came and,

Naked I depart.

While here I long to sit and,

Drink in the sun.

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