Earworms of the Country

I am aksed frequently about what is it about the country I love the most,
And they say it with fervor and I reply with vigor about the peace, the privacy,
The opportunity to replace frustration of the cycle of work and buying stuff with meditation.

As I, as i 
Breathe...
Fall to the present current.

Out here in the country I see the wildflowers of blues and yellows that dance with the sounds of roosters, horses, the skiddish hare and deer and trains in late afternoon sun. 
Clouds crying as they laugh when they pass to the present current.

The days can be spent any way out here as a day can be writing a song or doing yoga to help calm a body attacking itself. 
So I toke from my bag of smoke of course no joke to heal the wisdom that is the body.

Some people grow tense around quiet and others dream of Xana with an earworm to keep you company.