A lot of times I wish I could just move across the country.
To a town I've never heard of.
Consisting only of a field of roses.
The bees bask in their glory.
So enthused that they forget to sting you when you brush up against them.
We share the fields and I can hear them flying, buzzing past my ears.
Filled with joy and pollen.
Thinking, This is the life.
Why can't I just be a bee?To be careless and free.
Living in a field of roses free from the restraints of routine is how I want my life to be.
To a town I've never heard of.
Consisting only of a field of roses.
The bees bask in their glory.
So enthused that they forget to sting you when you brush up against them.
We share the fields and I can hear them flying, buzzing past my ears.
Filled with joy and pollen.
Thinking, This is the life.
Why can't I just be a bee?To be careless and free.
Living in a field of roses free from the restraints of routine is how I want my life to be.
4 comments:
lovely style!!
Thanks for the comment!! But I wish I had a better camera... I hope Santa's bringing me one this Christmas... ;)
M.
I love the third picture.
love the top! soo pretty :)
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