Running across the lavender fields, wearing love on her sleeve.
Her hair, tangling, untangling, playing joyously with the wind.
The skies witnessed a frail little being exuding freedom;
almost obscene.
A freedom so bare, almost rebellious;
Neither house nor people, but only nature could shelter.
Dancing, laughing, gasping for breath.
I saw her running across the lavender fields;
wishing it were me instead.
~Juhi
Poetry by the Brooke 