The dust dances with the butterflies
In the beams of the mid afternoon sun
Barley sways to the tune of the sultry breeze
My eyes light up between the tall hypnotising stalks
As the grass caresses me tightly in the warm summer sun

I close my eyes and sleep

The moon beam reads my skin as the goose bumps rise up
My eyes slowly awake and my mind grasps the crisp still night air  
Darkness flows over me
Every movement crunches, like a cinema snack
I feel a thousand eyes, but no one is there
As I escape from the silence, heart pounding, adventure over