the soft colours

heading forwards moves a busy tractor
in a lovely farm on a afternoon shining like gold
green gorgeous gooseberries sit calmly
next to breathing baby blackcurrants
trees sing softly in green forests
suddenly daisies delightfully dream of other lands of green
apple trees blossom next to red ladybirds in sparkly sunny winds
sometimes acorns fall like rain that is sleepy
I wish I could walk in a butterfly park
where plants dance to the beat of the sun
and little kind cats admire the golden fresh apples