I breathe
I see
And I seek
I spin
I twirl
And I dance
The way the breeze compliments my movements
The way I’m greeted by the setting sun
How its rays reach down to touch my face
How it overrides the colour of my hair
Chestnut brown to sun-kissed gold
How the meadow feels brimming with life
And the sunflowers turn to watch me
The cornflowers stubby and small
The tulips and alliums
The Californian poppies waving their leaves
I feel at home in this meadow
Among the wheat grass and wildflowers
A lovely poem. Good work.