Their purple bodies reach for me,
gently stoking my hair.
Wafting sweet scents overwhelm me
and poppies bend to kiss my feet.
The sound of birdsong coincides with the chirping of insects,
As a smiling sun languidly warms the world.
I am lost among the lilies,
But I am not afraid.
I am lost among the lilies.
Their purple bodies clutch at me,
slowly twisting through my hair.
Strong sweet scents overwhelm me,
and poppies bend to catch my feet.
The sounds of birds interrupt the buzzing of insects,
As a grinning sun lazily warms the world.
I am lost among the lilies,
But I shall not be afraid.
I am lost among the lilies.
Their purple bodies snatch at me,
hungrily tearing at my hair.
Sickly sweet scents overwhelm me,
and poppies bend to trip my feet.
The cawing of crows slices through the rasping of insects,
As a smirking sun idly heats the world.
I am lost among the lilies.
How can I be afraid?
