The sweet pedals of nightshade in the green field with the tender night sky
realease the intoxicated bliss into the air
The laughing man drifts away into the soft blue night and we chase the man as if we were playing tag in a farm
The laughing man goes deeper in to the feild
As we run the soft tiger lilies brush up against our naked skin we look down we see the lustrous orange pedals with a dash of sparkling specks
jubilant tears fall down from your face while your body drifts to the soft embrace of the flowers
to remain forever in their embrace
