All in a golden afternoon

Under the skies of cloudless blue

Trees sway in the light of day

Every which way from a gentle wind blowing

Never to be known where it’s going

Brown boots laced up tight as can be

Dozing off in a feild of wildflowers

Longing for the day I will at last be free

Flowers full of color and bees come buzzing

Swarming around my head looking for something sweet

Looking into the spring sun as bright as can be

The bees never bother me

For I am free

As I’ll ever be

All in a golden afternoon

Under the skies of cloudless blue