green fields..

there are many green fields.. well hidden ones.. ones not so well hidden, big fields and fields so small that even for the ant they represents a green desert..

i found myself lying on a green field.. lying in the high grass.. almost sleeping.. no.. i fell asleep.. and then i woke up.. and i found myself lying on a green field..

the is a rain drop.. a rain drop who doesnt know when she was born.. whether she is from the river or from the big cloud full of steam.. is she the temperature making the steam water again? she doesnt know.. one think she knows everything, but she is the falling one.. on the surface of the drop you can see our world as a little fancy painting..

i found myself lying on a green field.. lying in the high grass and watching a blueish cloud coming .. i was sleeping.. and then i woke up.. and i found myself lying on a green field..

there is a wind.. a wind waving with the grass.. a strong wind taking the trees out of the dry soil.. a breeze caressing your face.. a stormy wind crazy like a little child, jumping from one side to another..

i found myself lying on a green field and a drop was falling towards the brown soil.. the earth blow out lighter wind who took the drop a little distance far..

there was a world.. full of love

i found myself lying on a green field and a drop kissed my forehead..