Playground of the Mind
Down in the fields where dandelions play.
It's in that place I wish to lay.
In the dewy grass so green.
Endless horizon, a graceful scene.
The aromatic scent that seeps from the earth,
freshly seeded grass has given birth.
Inhaling the fragrance of blossoming flowers.
this quiet abode, I spend my hours.
Newly fallen rain graces my lips,
I do not run but thirst for sips.
I quench my desire and so I drink,
my feet clench the soil and thus they sink.
Droplets embellish my skin so pure,
rampantly placed I crave for more.
The sky has sought upon me to weep.
Cleansed at last I awaken from sleep.