I dream of the day the we lay in a field of sunflowers and dandelions,
ripping blades of grass between our nails and inhaling the fresh smell.
I could imagine sitting at the tops of trees playing I spy
until the moon rose to the sky and the leaves got stuck in our hair.
I know the day that we become free is soon, yet not soon enough.
I can imagine spending all my time doing absolutely nothing with you.