Warm droplets of gold

touch my skin.

I spin in the sweet warmth

that it provides.

The blue sky is bright,

as I roll down the hill.

My laughter fills the air,

as I go over grass.

When I stop I pick flowers

and run towards the stream.

Clear, cold water slips over my bare feet.

I jump, rock to rock, in the water.

Water drops spray everywhere.

I am in pure bliss,

as the droplets touch my skin.