wildflowers are always the most beautiful
but you can never take them home
they belong...out there in the open

the morning mist has barely lifted
and the sun just kisses and brushes against the surface of the sky
the gravel crumbles beneath our feet
the trees wave their branches in welcome
arms outstretched
the wind dashes to greet me and i shiver in response
crying out against the chill.
along the widening path
the teasing turns
the dense vegetation slowly gives way to and empty open field that stretches down for miles
the beauty of the wilderness
made even more wonderful with you by my side

dont wanna wake up alone anymore