The sunlit farm I used to go to,
Is closed nowadays.
I remember how I sat in the garden,
For hours and hours.
How I would let my spirit break free,
And fly as high as possible.
My imaginations ran like horses in an open field.
I used to reincarnate into a queen of her land.
It was a bosom feeling
That gnarled oak tree’
Which stood in the middle of the farm.
That shattered car,
Gazing upon me with that hopeful innocence.
I still remember the corn fields,
With those yellow lights on them.
What place it was to stay,
That shimmers of the sun on my face,
Made me look so beautiful.
But now times changed.
I don’t get called by the elements of pure beauty,
Still present there.
Or maybe they left the place too,
Because I heard that the sunlit farm is closed nowadays.