Thy field of colors splendid cannot compare;
The flowers bloom brilliantly under the bright day.
The morning dew glimmers beneath the sunlight;
The colors of the blossoms too vivid to describe.
As you stride in thy field, the flowers are soft to the touch;
The grass below is lush, and elegantly curved at every angle.
The day is warm, yet the breeze soothes the skin;
The trees in the background sway to and fro with perfection.
The bright forests display sunlit beams throughout the evergreen;
The animals hiding watch you with interest and curiosity.
But yet the most graceful place is the field in the middle of it all;
It is like a blur that casts heavenly wonders to thy eyes.
The sky is of the most bluest shade, no color that would fit better;
The fowl of the air glide in high altitude with a view of the ground.
Yes, it truly is a remarkable scene;
Too many flowers of all kinds to count.

No other being is around for miles when imagining;
The country air fills thy lungs with ecstasy.
The beautiful houses pose a perfect view of the field;
All are always out, just standing in that wonderful field.
Some say it is only just a field and nothing more;
But a true imagination dreams of fairy-tales when standing there.
The dull minded do not think anything about it;
For it is just a field bearing flowers.
The remarkable place their hopes on this field;
For it is so thrilling to breathe in all the scents, to hear the sounds.
That is why I say to thee if you encounter this field;
Make every moment count, for it is an experience that is unforgettable.