Resting in a field of green,
The grass is soft and warm.
I feel the breeze caress my skin;
Encompassing my form.
I close my eyes and listen,
To the symphony of sounds,
The wind has nicely given,
Gusting all around.
Resting in a field of green,
The grass is soft and warm.
I feel the breeze caress my skin;
Encompassing my form.
I close my eyes and listen,
To the symphony of sounds,
The wind has nicely given,
Gusting all around.