There was a girl who stood in the middle
Of a sea field of green filled with giggles of dream,
Her eyes were closed as tears streamed
from a dissonant fiddle,
And little by little,
Dissonant streams were filled to the brim,
The skies then frowned as droplets started to trickle,
The girl ran as she screamed out a riddle,
"Why was I standing in the middle?"

Vast blue spilled from afar
As she ran towards and reached for the bizarre,
But a net was cast as she stumbled,
Her strides were no more than humbled,
For the blue and the distant star
Left a whirling feeling and permanent scar.