A field of sunflowers break the static with a blaze,

Fiery orange arches reaching up with the hands of a beast

Towards the crackle of light held within a cage,

A silver stain flooding the atmospheric siege.

A blush of burning rose among the crash of thunder,

It howled and howled without a squeak,

The only echo of a child curled in terrible wonder,

With a heart that was broken not weak

It's the pain of a sunset that ends too quickly

Or the bitterness of a tear that just won't fall,

The child remembers this world a little differently

Even if she can't see anything at all

It takes longer to swim than it does to cross an ocean

And sometimes your wings fall frail,

The miserable dark, cruel and ferocious

It dragged her down with iron nails.