Imaginary

A world of my own

The cotton candy blades of grass
glistened against the pale face of a young girl
as she lie in a field that was all her own.

Nothing else mattered now except for the
slow moving purple clouds up above,
and the paper flowers cut out around her.

Grey skies without rain gave the world a cool feeling
making the girl shiver, but smile.

She fell asleep in this endless field
where grandparent trees soared
with leaves as red as the cherries they gave birth to.

Here nothing more exists.
Flowers blow in the wind like waves
about to crash into the shore.

The pinks and reds of life blend together
and the sun on this perfect day
never, ever sets.

Author's Note

Please let me know what you think. Thank You :)

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

This is what a wonderful imagination
can do. The young girl cuts out paper
flowers in an attempt to make the world
beautiful around her. She is telling us,
"life is what we make it".
----- John

[Distant horizons]

Hmm, nice.

[Denied in Truth]

Beautiful.