She Dances

She dances
Among the flowers of the fields
She dances
Like a candle in the wind
She dances, She dances

A whisper of the trees
A passing scent of daisies
An empty swing
Swaying to the wind
A distant memory
An empty hanging porch swing
Clouds passing by
Clouds passing by

She’s falling
With the flowers of the fields
She’s falling
Like a leaf on autumn trees
She’s falling

Wild flowers - embracing her bed
The echoes – of a distant voice
Somewhere – She’s dancing again
Where she’ll feel no more pain

She’s sleeping
Among the flowers of the fields
She’s dreaming
Of colors she’s never seen
She’s dreaming