The Field from The Field by Rob Stuart's Electronic Dream Factory

In the heart of summer, when the world is alive,
He strolls through the open field, where the grass sways,
His companions by his side, their freedom unbound,
They dart and dash, weaving their tales in the wind.
In their joyful chase, he finds his peace,
Their innocence echoes in the air, untamed and true.
With every leap and bound, his heart swells,
In their wild abandon, he finds what life withheld.

Each day, he walks this path, beneath the endless sky,
The sun warms his skin, like the touch of a friend.
In their eyes, he sees a reflection of himself,
A soul unburdened, untethered from life's demands.
They run without fear, in spaces wide and vast,
He sees in them the freedom he craves,
Their companionship fills the spaces once hollow,
A bond so simple, yet deeply profound.
The field stretches on, a canvas of summer's grace,
Here, he feels understood, no words need to be spoken.

• Electronic
• ambient
• chillout
• downtempo
• downtempo experimental
• experimental electronic
• new age
• space ambient
• Toronto