I imagine a field of yellow,
Belonging to a tribe of generous souls, 

Walking through, under, around their majestic crowns 

Empowered by beauty,
loving it wildly, 

Wholeheartedly 

It's a dream; my dream. 

For now, its a bunch of yellow, 

a field of grass, 

and your generous heart, 

as summer wrapped her arms around us and said,  "let's paint!"