A swaying
     wheat
          field
               fills the frame,
refusing to be overlooked in all its vastness.
Coarse,
     golden
          grains
               caress her skin,
giving off the same sensation as a kitten's kiss.
Her
     tightly
          bound bun,
                now loose and messy,
free brunette strands from their prison.
An
     old,
          abandoned house
               contrasts against the salmon sky,
craving to be explored by a curious soul such as herself.
Please
     come
             *in.