people.

i walk held high in a place that feels like home.
there is energy that flows at my finger tips.
the sound is so sweet, it makes you feel at ease with where you are in life.
no time needs to coexist.
i believe that the people that jump out at me within a crowd full of thousands,
are the ones i was suppose to see.
there is a reason for my feet and where they are and where they stand.
the dirt is covering my toes.
the sun seems to follows us so that our face always glows.
i am with some friends i've had for years.
we bounce from rides, to booths, to tractor pulls.
seeing everything there is to see.
there is love within the trees, even though slight things change each year.
every time i come here, its like all the answers are in the wind.
i feel nothing more than life itself and its sweetness.