Ahead of me is a field
that holds the charms of this world.
I would like to enter it --
it's beckoning to me.
But this field could be dangerous
although it could be wonderful too.
I don't know if I should go.

The road to the right is a worn path
with long ago forgotten flowers.
So I turn to the left toward the field.
Faintly, I hear it calling me.

Standing at the edge, it alights all my senses,
I know I could lose myself in it.
Unsure whether to enter the field,
I take one step onto the dewy grass.
Unable to resist it's beckoning any longer
I take a few small steps.

Liking what I feel I run into the field.
Everything is so soft and warm here
the flowers so beautiful, the grass so green.
Running about the field my spirit soars!
I don't know if I can ever leave now.

Lying in the grass absorbing the beauty
around me as my skin drinks in the warm sun,
I feel contented but a growing sense of alarm.
I don't want to leave, but somehow I know I must.

It begins to rain, lightly at first
I want to run and shelter myself
Although the rain feels good on my
warmed skin, so I stay a little longer.
The rain comes down harder and harder
But yet, I stay, I am drenched.

The rain stops. The sun makes its entrance once again.
I walk out of the field with a new feeling in my heart.
I'll never forget that field or the way the rain felt
pouring on me.
But I know that field is a place for dreamers and I
must awaken from it's spell.