I'm walking a path of blue and yellow,
Green and white, walking around, basking under the spectrum
It's such a beautiful place when you see the beauty
It's a refreshing sight when you feel the warmth on your skin
The wind and all that it carries - the gleeful conversations, the talks of the highs and the lows, the shared experiences, the lovesick murmurs, the ongoing fight; the whispers of this world,
In one single breeze; where all the secrets are drifting away, that makes the meadow of sunflowers dance so blasé
I don't remember the sky being this blue, or how the clouds pass so slow,
Even though they defy time itself,
In this sunflower path, I go,
While the birds tweet behind me,
Chirping a prayer to never let go:
Holding on,
Losing grip,
Fall back backwards,
Go and climb back onwards;
Make time to see the vastness of simplicity of this world,
'Cause even if we have all these sunflowers, all these clouds, the sky, the birds and everything;
It's only inside one spectrum out of a thousand
Walk a path of blue and yellow,
Green and white, strolling around, basking under the world of wonder;
It's a nice place, isn't it?
//k.u.