Walking in the Field

When I’m tired of buildings around me,
the citylights and noise that surround me,
take me to places where I can revolve
in the purity of green grass.
Take me walking in the field.

When I’m tired of faces around me.
Although I try to hide they still haunt me.
Take me away to where words lost control
in the silence of a meadow.
Take me walking

where the healing sound
of a breeze in a tree
will cleans my soul and ease my mind.
Hearing the water flow down in a creek
that’s where I’ll find relief.

When I feel the sweet consolation
of mother nature’s own creations,
let us stay here where the cares of the day
dissolve in the horizon.
Take me walking in the field.