I want feel the morning sun on my face,

hear the bees make love to the sunflower in a race..

Run up the hill till I lose my breath,

laugh out loud till I can’t stand straight.

Touch the wheat grains,

smell the dry soil.

Taste the rain drops,

when the moon hides.

When the mist lifts through the bent road,

wrap myself tight so I’m not cold.

Sip a hot tea as the wind blows,

count the fallen leaves from the oak.

Take the time, to make a wish..

Hug myself and blow a kiss..

Tell myself I did myself proud,

let tomorrow bring big bright white clouds.