We laid down in the fields of wild cattails,
Gazing up at the sky above,
And watching the horizon fly by,
As the clouds come and go,
Time had began to slow,
As the love began to grow,
Surrounding us in a gentle caress,
Guiding us by the whisping winds,
Our hearts to soon follow.
The sun begins to fall ever so slowly,
To slip beyond where we could reach,
Yet it's fainting glow still melts the grace,
That's left behind in our inner peace and serenity.
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