Windmills..

Some lazy windmills twirling against an azure sky
Makes me wanna step out of the car and take a hike
Across a few hillocks covered in golden grass
Where the earth appears to be wrapped in brass
The firmament above is like a glass stained with blue
Brilliant and bright it chases away all my rues
My mind ambles forth beneath the warm sunshine
I say to myself...life is fine
For I feel the wind across my cheeks that has brushed past the mills a while ago..
Lending me some of their laziness while I am on the go
And I am free as I can be..distant from the car honks in a burnt grass valley
Walking to a place unknown...the white streaks of clouds like beacons in my path...
I realize I have been shown
That a barren land is indeed a thing of beauty if you have the sight
You can either sway the wind being a windmill or be swayed by it like a kite!