The wind
conductor of an orchestra
of love
of peace
a place that can bloom without worries
of fear
of everyday life
home of many
with peace
the grains
the grass
no certain rhythm
just the rhythm of life
flowing
standing at the top of the hill
looking
feeling
being a part of it
across the top of the field
is this the field of dreams?
a heaven
a haven
a place to relax
be safe
be at peace
the wind slows down and the grass stops moving
the world is silent
still
single moment where nothing is happening
wars are paused
school is stopped
yet it is not
this field
a whole other world
the wars do not stop for a field dancing in the wind
school is not paused for a field dancing in the wind
yet I
I am paused, stopped
this field
my other world
my other escaped
for this moment
as one
are still
