in the open field where it's always autumn
I stand with your book in my hands
every story within my fingertips
trees hover around grassy plains
closing in like a picture frame
after feeling your breeze across my skin
I look up and all I see is you
I feel the warmth because of you
all we do is stare
yellow flecks of happiness dance around me
you are pure gold
and you are shining like the sun
thank you, I cough