Field

Arms whispering through the wind
These fields will never end
Trees swaying in conversation
Stars shining in the consolation

Your eyes staring back at me
As we circle making a ring of glee
Shoes not on our feet
Our toes will never meet

Around and around we go
When we stop we'll never know
Our stomachs full of butterflies
Fluffy clouds floating in the skies

Deer frolicking through the timber
In the early months of winter
Snow falling on the ground
White flakes all around

Seasons will change
And lives will re-arrange
People grow old
As our paths unfold