A Field of Flowers


Through a field of flowers.

Pink petals in my hair.

Follow the babbling brook.

At the mountains I stare.


Green grass for carpeting.

Wisps of white clouds float free.

White snow caps the mountains.

Grey rocks all I can see.


Grey surrounds oasis.

A mirage that can’t be.

Flowers lift their faces.

An illusion for me.



Is this heaven or hell?

Do I hear a loud bell?

Pink lights are flashing.

I can hear thrashing.


The forest is alive.

A gigantic beehive.

Buzzing sounds surround us.

Yellow like a school bus.


Get me out of here.

Something in my hair.

A giant bee is caught inside.

I need a place to run and hide.


Get the bee away from me.

It just bit me on my knee.

I want to go in the rabbit hole.

I don’t care if I meet a mole.