I'll just stay in the field

I'll just stay in the field,
Where daisies bloom through my fingers,
Reminding me of echoes from the past,
Like threads of a forgotten fairy tale.

I'll just stay in the field,
Where the sun kisses the dew,
Where evening, in the sunset's captivity,
Scattered farewell sorrow.

I'll just stay in the field,
Breathing in the chamomile dream,
Forgotten in the sky’s vastness,
Where summer weaves in a chime.

I'll just stay in the field,
Leaving my mark on the earth,
Let the wind not speak of the past,
While the grasses whisper of me.

Physical watercolor + gouache, 2025