Lost in Grace

The faint-like breeze whispers into my ears The colored flowers spring up to allure me in Crisp is the scent of the meadow in its earliest hour So thick is the fog spreading across the sky that results from the morning dew hovering over all I am lost in this moment but I sing joyfully because of the grace that is shown to me here and now The gentle-like motions of grass sway across my chest The silky-surfaced petals touch my fingertips Fresh is the scent of soil that creeps under my naked toes So carefree are the dandelions waltzing above me To escape the metallic fence which locks them in I am lost in this moment but joyfully I sing because of your sufficient grace that is revealed to me here and now