Wandering You

Wandering, wandering all through the field.

Seeing the flowers that can be a shield.

Frolicking through them like no tomorrow.

As they fill your heart with glee and no sorrow.

You see trees on the left and trees on the right.

Looking at the green that shines so bright.

Arranged with maple and pine.

And you see how they stand so fine.

Enjoy the wandering, wandering through the field.

Looking at what is a shield.

Green that shines so bright.

Every day and every night.