I find myself in a flower field, laid out across the land, a blanket of vibrant colors, cradled in Earth's gentle hand, every color draws the eye, blurs of brilliance as I go by , yellows, oranges, and lots of green, the stark comparrison of the solid sky, no match for the land's unncultivated sheen, I imagine myself, nestled in the rich embrace , of Black Eyed Susan, and Queen Annes Lace, in my hair is intertwined, aromatic Sweet Pea in a single vine , I bend down to drink from the stream, And in sunlight the Forget-Me-Not beam, whispers of friendship that tickle my ear, a meaning behind this flower that I hold dear, I frolic in the breeze , listening to the euphonious song, from the birds in the trees, butterflies flirt in the warm sunshine , naught a care in the world , they mingle and play , and so do I , For the rest of this day, I lay down as the day comes to an end , under scintilating stars , with hopes that this world will forever be ours , I fall asleep to the soft sound of a distant lullabye, a maternal song from the lady of the nigh', I awake not in the flowers , which dissapeared in the coming of night , Not with the butterflies , in with the coming took flight, But in my simple bed here in my room , Don't worry I whisper, I'll return to you soon....