Sweet Life
The golden grass shines before me, my thoughts scatter like seeds
Fleeting like the breeze moving the air, stopping and starting
Softly touching my skin, as blades of grass brush against me
I am free, as the colorful leaves tossed around across the land
I am reaching with arms spread wide, like the birds soaring above
Dipping in the air currents, flying high and then low again
So many miles to go, things to see, hours just to be content
--- As if time stops right here, in this moment ---
--- Where sweet fragrance of flowers still my mind ---
--- In this sweet life ---
Heidi Sands
8/15/17
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2017
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