Fields lie green before the eyes of the world.
Media reports tales.
The old stonewalls are glowing.
Seemingly lined with fairy lights.
Highlighting the flowers.
The beautiful flowers dropped by the little girl with smiling eyes.
Long hair of piercing shiny blonde is draped about her neck.
She's carrying a wicker basket.
Her flowers seemingly overflowing.
They appear to be poppies you know.
Some flaming red, others a perfection in innocent white.
She flicks her hair away from her delicate shoulders.
Her feathered wings released.
Today, she comes bearing beauty.
The child of the angels returns.
She is begging for world peace.
(C) LIVVI