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

A warm stiff breeze
Touches a feeling in your face,
For here you belong
In Mother Nature’s open space.