I danced with the wind through the grass
Twirling and laughing
I looked up at something from the past

The roses like an army protecting their queen;
Surrounded a wooden thrown

Upon this seat something of love
Upon this seat laid a white dove
You can hear the buzz of something sweet
Its the bees going to eat

The flowers blooming all around
The words that cant be bound
The silent song that cant be sung
Whispered and wondered while it hung

The faint sent of the sea breeze
Captivates and buckles my knees
Grass like millions of feathers brushing against my skin
Casually swaying in unison