Yellow dandelions Dot a sea of green; Walking in a field As if in a dream. A bird sings a love song So new, so sweet, Ushering in spring As the sun warms Your cold, bare feet. The soft grass tickles Your tender skin. A four leaf clover Describes the mood you’re in. Sitting a while You notice a bee, Testing the nectar Buzzing excitedly. Brown broken leaves, Signs of last fall, Are blown away As nature replaces them all. O’er the field, So tamely free, A butterfly lilts Indefinitely. A warm stiff breeze Touches a feeling in your face, For here you belong In Mother Nature’s open space.