Summer Fields

I'm dancing through all the fields of magenta flowers and blue skies. Bright clouds and a feeling of joy coursing through my bones. Summertime is here at last, to stay for just awhile. No dark clouds to dampen my day, no snow drifts to hinder my playing in the warm bright world outside.
The sun beating down on me and my friends, school's out and we're hoping summer never ends. Sleep is overrated, in these summer months; we're just living in a fantasy built off childish dreams, and the suns rays shining down on us, through the trees' bright green leaves.