Grapes in bunches

She cant see me watching 

Put on your clothes of thoughts

And look up 

Jumping from sky top hills floating in air

Where do you fall but in the valley of green lawns

A beautiful place of misty dreams

In riders boots now need a horse but first must pick some flowers red.

To smell its scent within the wind a gentle breeze 

With colourful balls of manykind to play what game she chooses

No War here in green valley

Peace and love

with happiness blowing kisses

And kindness giving a handfull of hope for yet another day

Feel free to look up

Feel free to dream a sleep and fly among the hill tops of the sky

Feel free.....your wings are your reflections

Of life.