Beneath the Open Sky
I want to feel the sun's warmth,
enjoy the smell of sun-dried clothes,
feel the refreshing scent of grass,
sniff in the fragrance of fresh blooms.
I want to roll over the green meadows,
feel the softness of these velvety plains,
watch the hoppers hop over these greens,
watch the sky over the glassy lake.
I want to feel the coolness of the streams,
feel the freshness of its pristine waters,
swim with the school of fish like one,
touch its bed beaded with pebbles.
I want to feel the wind brush my skin,
blow away my baggage and mess my hair,
feel as light as a feather and fly with birds,
feel all the best this world has to offer.
© Pandora
enjoy the smell of sun-dried clothes,
feel the refreshing scent of grass,
sniff in the fragrance of fresh blooms.
I want to roll over the green meadows,
feel the softness of these velvety plains,
watch the hoppers hop over these greens,
watch the sky over the glassy lake.
I want to feel the coolness of the streams,
feel the freshness of its pristine waters,
swim with the school of fish like one,
touch its bed beaded with pebbles.
I want to feel the wind brush my skin,
blow away my baggage and mess my hair,
feel as light as a feather and fly with birds,
feel all the best this world has to offer.
© Pandora