The field

Walking on a field
A field with so much green
A pretend green this time
Death instead of living
Mixed with the more powerful color red
A combination meant for paintings
Not liquid on rough metal

Not lines but circles
Circles that are already reached their end point
A point nobody can describe
How bad or good it is

Vapor that's traveling to the sky
Through dark clouds
Clouds that never should exist in the first place

Souls that were bonded
To souls and small souls
A connection that broke like atoms falling apart
Seeds that were never planted
A world without the brightness sun
Only sadness with no vision left behind

The lived souls will be remembered
Died for their core
A core that eventually will grow 
To the biggest tree ever existed
A tree that creates new souls
Otherwise it was poisoned
Still new souls but not with the opportunities 
They had now