The Lonely Field
The sea of purple and green
It swallows anybody that enters
The tall grass covers all things seen
But there’s one small spot right in the center
The spot where you can see nothing more
But little purple flowers and tall, tall grass
This can make your heart sore
For anyone that will pass
You can’t see a horizon, nor people or homes
Nor any animals, birds or even bees
Nor any bubbles, water or foam
Shockingly, there aren’t even trees
How you get inside, nobody knows
But once your in, you can’t get out
Just you and the wind that blows
There’s no point in crying or giving a shout
The blades of grass dance in the breeze
The flowers tumble around
It’s always warm and sunny, you won’t freeze
You’ll feel so lonely, you can’t make a sound