If You Were a Flower

If you were a flower of free in my field, What colour do you think you would be? I bet you’d be a beautiful red, And I’d be the mulberry tree, And together we’d stand beside one another, In the field of gentle and light, Where everything’s soft, as soft as a breeze, A breeze throughout the whole night, And your perfume would waft , filling the air, Filling the sky with your charm, Filling each breeze with a thought of exquisite, Scenting each part of the farm, You and me we’d make a beautiful field, Together we’d glow in the dark, We’d glow with a love of pure happiness, When your petal massages my bark.