Glimmering lily pads on the water bed,
close those eyes and rest your head.
Dream away of an endless dream,
this is the forest you will see.

Watch as the birds fly high and low,
vibrant colours of the forest are on show.
Slither and slime across the muddy floor,
but this is the forest with so much more.

The hum of creatures united together;
listen to the fox cubs howl for what seems like forever.
Long tall grass brushes yourself,
all the creatures suddenly hide in stealth.

As the forest fades to black,
you see your small pile of blue-tack.
Grumble and groan, the radios song,
but just remember, the forest will never be gone.

White flies and red beetles.
Blue birds and sour sweet chocolates
Mixed up sweets, all together in this place.
Take my hand and meet the king of taste.

Pictures of money thieving parrots.
Who hold silver goblets which scream inspiration.
Music notes travel in circles above our heads.
Follow the empty circus filled with half made beds.

The house of glass which oozes golden liquid.
Quickly; the runners sprint with hands clenching bottles.
Lion and the poacher share deep glares of remorse
Fighting the nightmares in which we force.

Cordless fingers which slip out of place.
Jewels that glimmer in shades of misinterpretation
Fists fight with fists in the battle of wits.
The people glare at homeless sofas in their crying fits.

The muddled up poem which seems to make no sense.
Has clearly not made you see.
That life is not as simple as they say.
Which will bring about the dawning of a new day.

Welcome Governments one and all.
Watch the little people stumble and fall.
Step right up and see the wonders big and bold.
Watch the endless mysteries flip and unfold.

The thieving men who steal your lives,
Trade you away like simple knives.
What Governments do, what Governments do.
The deep reality has never been so true.

Endless pits of tainted money,
Has never been so ridiculously funny.
The powers in the towers so tall,
Have never been seen by the people, to be so incredibly small.

With peoples hearts starting to cry,
They watch their life goals fly.
Trapped by Governments plans of money grabbing schemes,
Watch them living in their never-ending dreams.

Inflation down to its biggest low.
Watch the governments say the word of “No!”
Comfy chairs and second homes,
Listen to them speak into their up-to-date phones.

The working-class fail to survive,
The governments start to thrive.
Fancy cars and tight business suits,
Walking into gardens and stealing the precious fruits.

Conservative, Liberals and Labour all want to make the rules,
To make us seem like half-wit fools.
The shining silvers and glory golds they wish to find.
Makes them turn sickly blind.

The show will never be over,
And the constant greed builds like a giant super-nova.
Welcomed one and all, to show that never ceases to end.
Allow this message to clearly send.

Perfect barely scratches the surface when it comes to you.
Anticipation; the different moments, experiences and memories will always be true.
The feeling grows in my heart, the complex force I can't explain.
Rushing thoughts of dreams, emotions and belief, still survive through the rain.
I let loose all the words that allow me to share my heart open.
Clearly spoken moments, you've taught me to care, the simple token.
Kites and birds fly in the air and we are granted dream of being spoken .

History will be built with your hand in mine and we'll show them what we is real.
Energy; the spark glows within me, you allow all my worries to heal.
Nothing could tear me apart from this new love I never knew could exist .
Rough times to the to happiest days, none I shall ever resist.
You and me, me and you, our heart beats in time and we will never fall.

But this may be the end of this poem, but far from the never-ending message.
Oh, this simplest but deepest message will show us our passage.
Soft sweet words, that have such a control over me, but they give me relief.
That simply, I love you, my friend, my lover, my belief.

Broken and damaged over the years
The Daffodil has yet not come to face its fears
All true beauty lies in the colour red
Can rest comfortably all in your head.

The Daffodil seeks a great light
To save it from its final fight.
The true image which it hides behind
Is not one that we will ever find.

A long lost treasure that we have found.
Which lies hundreds of miles under the ground.
The seconds which we can conceal.
We find the only the Daffodil.

Forget-me-knots and roses too
All the flowers that show us true.
Are nothing like the flower we will see.
The daffodil in which I believe.