Dandelions

A field of bright blooming yellow flowers,

flowing with the warm wind.

The bittersweet scent launching from the flowers,

filling me with joy.

The soft buttery petals brushing against my legs feel like a soft blanket,

I listen to a melody forming in my mind.

I imagine it flowing out of the pollen from the field,

I imagine a baker baking cookies,

as the taste flows through the window and through my body.

I can feel the happiness appearing throughout me,

as I lie and watch the flowers dance with the wind.

I watch the stars shine brightly,

I imagine them dancing, exploring the galaxy.

I keep watching until my eyes slowly drift asleep,

as I slowly fall into a deep sleep.