Thru the field I walk and stare.
As the sun casts a shiny glare.
Bare feet acknowledge weeds so soft.
Blades and blooms I'm feeling oft.
In my field, I can be free.
Free to feel, Free to be me.
As I stroll 'round my place,
Happiness explodes within my body exposing a smile upon my face.
The warmth from the sun, even at small,
streams down my body like a waterfall.
The sweet aroma of wildflowers fill my nostrils.
Soothing my soul, no longer feeling hostile.
Comfortable and relaxed, eased at mind.
My field is my getaway, my place to unwind.
