You’re in the middle of a beautiful blue rose patch,
You feel the flowers in your cold hands,
With a stroke of your left hand,
Then your right,
You feel more and more at peace.
Your blond locks curled around the roses,
Though so rough the thorn doesn’t hurt,
All you can feel is the soft wind blowing past your button nose,
Everything soft and quiet.
You start to sit up and you feel the roses don’t want to let go of your lovely golden hair.
When they do you can feel and see everything around you, the fields covered in roses,
The trees blowing in the luscious wind,
And every time you look up to the clouds with your deep blue eyes.
All you can see,
The beauty of the light shilling on your face.
Then you stand up,
And your sun yellow dress,
Softly tickling your legs,
Are at peace.