A summer breeze a cricket sings
The tree's leaves rustle softly
A gentle hint of a birds coo
A melody so beautiful to me
To walk through the tall grass
Sun shining warm on my back
Bare feet making no sound
Freedom only breathes in these moments
The smell of rough earth
Mingles with the perfume of the rose
And gentle hints of crushed grass
The essense of my home
I get lost in my love
I hear a quiet melody
That turns to my own symphony
My feet move on their own
I spin, I fall, I laugh
Spirit soaring
Into the clouds
Aug 12, 2012
Aug 12, 2012 at 6:27 PM UTC
A summer breeze a cricket sings
The tree's leaves rustle softly
A gentle hint of a birds coo
A melody so beautiful to me
To walk through the tall grass
Sun shining warm on my back
Bare feet making no sound
Freedom only breathes in these moments
The smell of rough earth
Mingles with the perfume of the rose
And gentle hints of crushed grass
The essense of my home
I get lost in my love
I hear a quiet melody
That turns to my own symphony
My feet move on their own
I spin, I fall, I laugh
Spirit soaring
Into the clouds
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