Flowers Wild

words and music by Kyra

Rows outlined crusted snow brown earth deep below Golden fields aglow casting shadows for miles it goes all directions as far as my eye can see tree horizon house you and me *I want to run, run wide open spaces beautiful places time spent with you fields woods and meadows rocks trees and petals flowers wild spirit of a child wearing down the soles of our boots wearing down the soles of our shoes amongst flowers wild Boy walks with his dog along iced paths waterlogged Careful steps slip and slide stick in hand on he glides Trail he follows to the cabin carved sculptures he steps in watching skies above, geese fly home our hearts are filled with love heads on soft pillows gusting wind cloud billows blue pink streaked sky with sun we rise I heard the coyotes call through my cracked open window moonlight now another birdsong sung symphony of singers *