When ever I miss her I start to daze off, I think about her dancing in the green grass. I hear her laughing running through these fields. I wish she was here now but the grass has turned brown so she left our green sunny fields in a rush.

I miss her now, I miss the sweet sweet smell of her. Listening to her while she sings happy little songs from her gray rock in a sea of wavy green.

The seasons changed to brown and gray. No more happy green field for us.  She left for greener places some where else.