She walks a path with one eye open She follows a path with one eye closed Connecting the strings that float around Like caterpillars Dangling From trees Squirming on their silk She crawls underneath them Un-wanting to not disturb the dance Until she smells the wildflowers. The other eye closes Still crawling the path Luckily, The bugs have warn it down enough To follow with her hands and nose. When she felt the wildflowers on her face She opened that eye Excitedly she pealed open the other. When she heard nothing She was amazed In the distance she could see waves crashing through the wildflowers Once again her world was absent of light. This time she held her breath. She laid in those wildflowers For a long time. So long her fingers and toes sprouted roots pulling her deep inside the soil, Grounding her.
Inspired by Wild Flower, this is Fiona's re-imagined version, 1 of 2.