the slow wind blows over the barley,
the music in my head riot, the end of a disgruntled parley.
a singular bee lost from its hive,
the crowds hum back home, forgetting a life.
the sun sinks into the night,
the birds give up their flight,
among the stars,soaring dreams take flight.

I lay drenched in the rain, the sky cries for me today,
vast stretches of blue, triggering a rush of happy yesterdays.
holding onto the grass between my fingers forever,
dancing with the light on the glade-drop,
what a day to be, lost in the thoughts of tomorrow.