The grass is soft beneath my toes, plush and green, as it grows,

The natural beauty wont cease to show, the fearless blades before the mow.

I search the sky and ask for answers, the meadow sways, a million dancers.

To and fro, as if to tell me, my heart grows full, but once so empty.

I cant sit still, I run and bound, the whispering wind, enchanting sound.

The sweet soft voice, so full of soul, tells me - break free, from my mold.

I'm swimming through my endess thoughts, a cool fresh splash, and then it stops.

My mind now free to dwell on light, the smiling sun - refreshing sight.

Beaming rays so crisp and warm, upon my skin, I am reborn.