Wildflowers and White Sandy Beaches

Wandering, through fields of wild flowers, getting lost for hours and hours. Walking through woods of wonder, taking in the beauty of the skies and the ground under my feet. Standing under clouds wispy and white, basking in the sunlight, in green grass I lay, caught up in the moment here I'll stay. The long grass sways back and forth, the wind blows in from the north. The smell of rain since past still lingers as I pick flower petals with my fingers. Picking clovers in hopes of finding the one, with four leaves and luck in hand. I'm dancing under the sun, dreaming of beaches with white sand, instead we have, rivers, rolling hills and field lands, I know I venture, but I'm one with nature, every day is an adventure, and my soul is nurtured and I'm full of laughter. Walking up streams, sun peering through the trees as the light beams, leaves blowing in a light breeze. These wild flowers hold a piece of my heart, the woods, a part of my soul, I've loved it here from the start, so there's no place else I'd rather go Wandering through fields of wild flowers, time slows, I could get lost for hours but now it's time to go home.