I remember a time not so awful long ago
Of a place I use to visit where the green grass grows
Tucked away in the hills hidden from sight
Alone in this field the world was alright
The grass dances slowly with the wind that sets the lazy pace
I’d drift away for hour’s sun shining warmly on my face
Butterflies stealing kisses from each and every flower
Birds and bees playing a game of catch among the heaven of sweet and greens
Sometimes when I reminisce I think about that place
Tucked away in the hills the sun light on my face
In my mind I’ll take a trip it’s to this place I’ll go
Back to the place of my memories
“Where the green grass grows”
adapted from S.E.P