There is a place in the country, where the city does not know.
of how the yellow flowers glow.
where the grass is greener than the leaves, and dirt is browner than the trees.
where the wind hugs warmly and you hug back,the trees give shade
so take a nap.
The people are nice, the children are kind, and no one is ever left behind.
The sun is bright yellow, the sky is so blue.
The moon pure silver, the stars a bright hue.
The air is so fresh and nice to the taste,
you gasp for breath, there's plenty to waste.
Down by the fields filled with corn and wheat.
Lived your new friend, who often came to your street.
they pulled at your hand, and showed you the place.
That even today, makes your heart start to race.
You shared a promise with a secret
and then said them slow.
and in your heart, you always will know.
For the children they talk, and the people they know.
The place where the yellow flowers grow.
because a secret was kept beyond the glow