Running through the trees
In a silent painted dream
Drops of color flying by
Bright stars in the sky
Children playing in the breeze
The children so gently appease
The breeze so purple
So blue; so green
Dabs of white
Form carefree daisies
Blowing gently and freely
In the delicate reeds
Now I’m asking why
Oh why did I go?
Thrown back into a world
Of woe and reality
Now I’m searching
For a fragment
Of that painted dream