When I wander through the fields I'm like a child so small
Captivated by all the beauty and filled with reverent awe
I love to see the flowers bloom and touch the grass so green
I'm lost in wonder before it all addicted to the scene.
When I lay down in the fields i gaze up in the sky
And watch as the clouds perform while they're passing by
I ponder over the mystery each cloud contains inside
Wondering whether they have a storm or what it is they hide.
When i leave the fields behind and go back home again
I feel a bit of loneliness but memories linger within..
There is something lasting that I always take away
From my moments in the fields of which I cannot say.