Tullips have grown over your head,
A mesmerizing yellow sunset.
Butterflies carry the heartache
Which my blurry image creates.

Ground me against this surface.
Be one with the flowers, the crickets.
As your shining hair goes windy,
My lips go dry just by staring.

Eternally looking with no thought;
The peacefulness screams and it echos.
You bring the spring back for my soul.
The stormy thoughts i had took a toll.

It's warm and it's sunny and it's fake,
A perfectly crafted lie I made.
I'd rather sunbathe in this greatness,
Umbrellas are always a nuisance.