Falling on my back with my eyes closed
Over something soft and fluffy
Tingling my bare skin;
My mind played those dusty reels,
Thrown away in the attics
I hardly bothered,
Of those plush green fields
Vibrant spring flowers
And soft blue sky
With squishy cotton-like clouds
Painted in twilight shades
As the sun goes down,
Then grazed the refreshing scents
Of damp soil and fresh blossoms
In the slightly warm sun.

© Furin