I went to the woods to find me a new bed, to find another vessel to lay my flesh to slumber

I saw a field of orchids, and went to pluck them for my use, but they said they wished to remain there

I went to take a log from it’s resting place, it was rotted and old, but it wished to stay at its grave

I went to take sunflowers to make a colorful bed, but they wished to stay were the sun would rise highest

I went to a bushel of barbs, and they said they were alone and longing, they would be glad to make my bed