Walking Through Utopia

Go to the field were people are filled with bless,
Here we will meet near a sea of white willows,
Were we will reach for each other and start to press.

You will soon hear the sound of the wind billows,
and we will come to a place filled with beds,
please rest in the bed of yellow pillows.

While we sleep we will be surrounded of gems,
gems of all colors and sizes and very bright,
carful when picking them, do so by their stems.