Land of Happy

by Polina Shumanova

Smell the gentle breath of morning

Let the sun caress your cheeks

Paint new day and eagle soaring

Paint that which sets you free

In the field of yellow tulips

Running carelessly through

I belong to no one truly

Here to sing, not here to do

Feet are lifted off the ground

Arms are outstretched in flight

All around me not a sound

Just my essence glowing bright

I feel free without a reason

I am here and I’m free

In the field of yellow tulips

Far from flowers,

Close to me.