Reverie Reverie

the girl lays peacefully in a meadow of daisies, her smile wider than any i can fake.

songs drip from the phone wedged between her and the bench, whose paint chips away under the weight of the sun allowing green moss to seep across splinters. the fragile structure shifts uneasily in the wind.

nearby plants dance; the breeze a puppeteer of the flecks of white contorting to the sound, their silhouettes; freckles on her face.

the air seems to still just for a moment as petals slip from her eye into the untouched soil.

clouds blush a lilac orange as they peacefully pass. the sun kissed heaven falls to dark.

in the midnight sun her hair sprouts roots, anchoring her to the bliss.