Something Happy

I tried to write something that was happy a year or so back. This was the result. I'm glad I recovered it among the heap of depressing ones. Every once in a while I smile a little after reading it. I imagine a field with wide open spaces and the sun casting a soft warm glow...

Freedom
She ran out into the fields with arms wide open and an open heart,
and chased the wind that raced her wild spirit.
after treading through the dandelions and daffodils,
she stretched out her wings to reach for the unknown,
and spun, and spun until she moved the world,
then laid upon nature's feet, and stared up into blue eyes,
closed her's and whispered aloud,
"it doesn't get better than this,
no it can never get an better than this."

little did she realize, her whole world would change,
and it does get better--more complete,
able to share the treasures she's found and all its glory.
so she took him by the hand

as they traced their way through the under grove,
they stumbled upon a river entangled in rocks.
they took the journey across, leaving the old world behind,
not knowing where it would lead them,
hopefully someplace faraway from there,
a world untouched and secluded from all they knew.

so they said goodbye to their father's expectations, their mother's dream,
and headed out to find their own.
they awoke to find the winds that raced their wild spirits,
upon the warm hearts of the dandelions and daffodils,
which they treaded through,
and spun and spun until they moved the world
as they whispered into each other's ear,
"tell me these days could last forever.
promise you'll love me for all times.
it doesn't get better than this.
no it can never get any better than this."