Prospering Man

In the dawn, on the field, where the willows flow with the wind
A man lay, tall and thin
On his face a long, broad grin
For he had finally taken time from his busy life
To appreciate all that was good and right

To stand would be a waste of good energy
If he moved he would venture out of serenity
To leave this placid, peaceful place
Could surely be classified as a disgrace
For he was the last of the human race



I used Assonance, End rhyme, and Alliteration.