The Yellow Butterfly

I wish I could stay  in those red roofed wooden chalets, with colourful flowers growing all around happily...  I wish I could be a shepherd, let the cows graze in the grasslands, while I played my guitar with the cow bells and the wind as my band and I would sing to my heart's content... I wish I could sit down on the soft grass, lay on it and suddenly start rolling down the grass...  I wish  and I did go skippity-skop  and giggle and laugh my heart out :) 

Long winding roads, Little yellow and white flowers like daisies, Laughing and swaying and playing with the wind. Serene, pristine blue lake water, Cute chalets on the fresh green grasslands, The cows grazing and the cow bells going, Tang-da-dang ta-dang.  A dream that i dreamt, I read and I imagined But this time I travelled, And I saw,  I touched, I felt, And I lived :)