I love to dance among the wildflowers and hear their voices of beauty.
Their swaying in the wind as they dance alongside me
is quite inviting.
They weave in and out if the wind,
winding down into petals adrift.
I pick a few and feel the weight of a life on Earth taken by my hand.
So, in turn, I weave a crown of flowers, one of many colors.
I place them on my head and call out to the faeries and they Fea.
I hear giggles and feel their presence.
I scream to take me away, and they do.
But only in my mind do they come to me,
and then I open my eyes.
I'm not in a field of wildflowers,
but in a dream all my own.