What a glorious feeling to step into that world of freedom.
Exams and projects are lifted from shoulders that can hold no more
Lying on my back, I look up at the blue sky,
Where clouds gather like dreams
Having taken flight from my mind.
Smells of freshly mowed grass are the sweetest perfume,
Joined by the sweet smell of the yellow roses.
Everywhere, the buzz of the bees, the whispering tress, all sing in a sweet voice
The birds sing along, happy in their little wedded bliss, and my heart sings, too. Can every day be like this, free of care.
