What a dreamland it was when I awoke.
I walked outside to the rainbow of color.
I could dance with the flowers
sing with the birds
and laugh with the wind.
There is so much joy here
that it saddens me to know
that life is so fleeting.
Fleeting,
fleeting,
fleeting...
Flowers on the grave.
Birds drifting above.
The wind, cold and biting
the loving relatives.
The color fades from his face
as he enters another dreamland,
a flower in each hand.