Lazy sunny summer afternoon,
in the hilltop meadow, clouds and balloons,
                                                       ­                              floating while
bees milking flowers for dusty blonde pollen,
butterflies joust with dragonflies for honour fallen,
Children run while those balloons trail nonchalant
                                                      ­                              with invisible string,
Air so fresh, there is no stress, all very Utopian,
Why has it been so long since, I dreamed this quixotic?