Last week I dreamt

Of fields so green

Of flowers yellow,

Pink, white and purple

Things are bright, happy

Birds sing their agreement

Winking sun plays peek-a-boo

With puffy cotton clouds

Then the fields turned red

The happy colors gone

Screaming as they faded to death

A sky dark as steel wool

Held the sunshine hostage

I tried to grab as many flowers

That I could carry

Running off to safety

I turned to the tall trees

Asked for their ears

Their help to stop the blood

They merely pulled their roots

From the red soaked ground

Seeking higher ground

I weep as pink and yellow,

Green, purple and white

                             Died in my arms

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