You’re barefoot, stepping your way through a Forrest.

Trees as green as the start of spring, provide you the oxygen you need.

Your feet takes in Mother Nature and the earth, the soil and the tree roots.

As you step out of this magical world of a Forrest, your feet sink into the dirt.

Your eyes take in the surroundings, your no longer in Forrest. No, you see, you are in a field of wildflowers.

Yellow like the golden sun.

Purples.

Blues and greens are before you.

You step in the wildflowers and stop to smell them.

You take a flower of each colour.

You put some in your hair and pin it as a badge on chest.

The fragrances coming through the fields is a sweet aroma, your nose starts to twitch.

The sun shines, but the clouds are also clearing.

A beautiful double rainbow is above you, with the sweet drizzle of the rain.

As you reach the middle of the fields, you sit down in between the wildflowers.

Your hands are on the ground, your feet are grounded.

Your eyes close and you start to dream, to wish, to pray that life could be like this everyday.

Being in a field of wildflowers, surrounded by natures finest.

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