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I walk through a field of flowers,
the soft glow of the sun on my face.

I look up at the highest treetop,
and hear the birds sing with sweet grace.

I walk barefoot on the soft, green grass,
breathing in the fresh summer air.

I look at God's beautiful creation,
and realize there's no place I'd rather be than here.

I can return or leave anytime I desire,
or I can stay till the sun's morning rise.

To return to my field of flowers,
I only have to close my eyes.