Hair swaying in the not so gentle wind
As feet fly up to reach the sky
It’s not the creaking of the old swing
But your laughter that I hear
As I stand across the sunflower field

I see the flowers facing
Not sun, but you in full radiance
As your happiness warms up the sorroundings
And remind me of a forgotten time
When I was there on the other side..

Not a spectator of present
Not a spectre of past
But there just in the moment
With hair swaying in the not so gentle wind
And feet flying to reach the sky.