A vibrant cataclysm of color greets my memory
In the scene of reflections we flee from
Rushing across the sky of clouds
To a fantastic illuminating hum
The blades of grass push away daisies
To make fields greener if only for this instant
Begging you to run through them barefoot
To inhale the evergreen wonders of mint
The sun glances off a tiny sliver of glass
Shielding your vessel with intelligence
Pulling things from this reality far away
Across the ivy embraced plane fence
There is the faded but ever sharp warning
"Objects may be closer than they appear"
But that is simply the life we live
Nothing is ever caged enough to be crystal clear
