I walk through the trees
And the flowers and fields
And sometimes I feel
That they are like shields
Shields from reality
And sadness and sorrow
I love this place!
I’ll come back tomorrow
And then when I’m feeling
Sad or alone,
I go back to my fields
‘Cause they feel like home
I talk to the flowers,
They seem to know
Just what it’s like
To have the wind blow
My wind is imagined
Theirs is real
So I guess they must know
Just how I feel
The wind always bends them
Doesn’t care at all
But they seem resistant
To just give up and fall
I wish I was like them
So strong and so bold
But I always seem
To just crumble and fold
So I stay with my flowers
As long as I can
Till it seems almost like
They just about ran
I tell them my secrets
‘Cause they’ll never tell
And that’s why I tend them
So gentle and well
1 year ago
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