If you walk through a forest thick with bracken, past where wooden fences hold you in, you can find a meadow filled with wild flowers where the sunlight bounces off every corner, making shadows dance across the tall wavy grass.
On spring mornings, where dew gently covers each and every petal, you can hear the ring of silence in your ears. No one, not even the sparrows dare break this ring of tranquility.
A small stream runs just to the border of the open hill, the water bounces off the smooth pebbles, clenching the thirst of young deer with their wary mothers watching over.
The paddock is a rainbow of colours, each and every flower glowing in the wind.
This is a place of my dreams, come and join me, come and dance.