The smell is so fresh like when you pick a flower from an untouched garden.
The sounds of the animals taking you into your day dream,
and you don't want to let go.
The fresh air so pure and clean,
Never say I love you if it isnt really there
Never talk about feelings if you don't really care
Never hold my hand if you're gonna break my heart
Never say you're gonna if you dont plan to start
The kiss, a sweet discovery
Of oneself after a long search
Thanks for your heart
Thanks for your life
Thanks for your feelings
Thanks for understanding
He lays there silently under the roof of the trees.
Listerning to the whisper. She blows the flowers off the bush and one flies down and lands on his nose.
He stands up.
He sees no one but the swirling of the leaves around him.