A field of flowering daisies,
Is where I want to be.
A meadow of measurable sunflowers,
Is what I want to see.
I want to walk through these pastures
With little to no care,
Even when a tiny bumble
Brushes against my hair.
I want the sky a pretty blue
To contrast with colorful petals,
And an image-capturing device
To fit snug in my hand as it settles.
I want a gentle wind to kiss my neck,
As I click my camera madly,
And a smile plastered on my face,
As I mingle with blooms gladly.
I want this day,
But I can not find it.
Yet when I do,
I know I will not mind it.
Is where I want to be.
A meadow of measurable sunflowers,
Is what I want to see.
I want to walk through these pastures
With little to no care,
Even when a tiny bumble
Brushes against my hair.
I want the sky a pretty blue
To contrast with colorful petals,
And an image-capturing device
To fit snug in my hand as it settles.
I want a gentle wind to kiss my neck,
As I click my camera madly,
And a smile plastered on my face,
As I mingle with blooms gladly.
I want this day,
But I can not find it.
Yet when I do,
I know I will not mind it.