I Want You To Write A Poem Off-the-cuff Right Here Right Now

Lying softly, on the grass
I feel the blades beneath my hands
Feeling weighted but just like air
Wind blowing, through my hair
Sky above, open and clean
Full of potential, the things that I see
Me in the clouds, floating around
Ever so often, looking back down
Seeing myself, mixed with the earth
Unrecognizable, don't know their hurt
So close to heaven, so close to bliss
Feeling those feelings I sweetly miss...