Field of Green

    Field of green,
 Eye's almost awaken
    To the sight of fresh colour,
  The smell of the newly cut
     Entraps your senses
  And weaves through
        Aaaah

    Tree's gracefully sway
 Nature's white noise,
   With an occasional bird song
 Tickling your ears
You whistle along,
   Wondering why they sing

   Gravel beneath your feet
Grows hot and dry,
  As the sun is high in the sky
   Walk closer to earth
 Toes peeking through
    One more step
 Flick off your shoes

    Mould your feet into the grass
  Let the stems glide
     Relief and comfort,
  Tickling your feet
 Basic instinct to indulge
  Head begins to tingle
       Aaaah

  Even for a split second
 Your worries are forgotten
    Something so delicate,
 Simple and light
   Can cure problems
      And offer delight

E.T.