The crispy air
Messed up my hair
My floral skirt went with its flow
And I like a carefree child danced on my toe.

The lush green meadows
The afternoon shadows,
Winds moving swiftly through the buckwheat field
Unsettled.Free.Wild.

Like morning snow
Pristine,white and pure
Fluffy wilted balls of hope-
Dandelions said Bonjour

I leaned in
A childish hope lingering my...