Going through the woods

Walking the trail

The red flowers bowing at my very turn

Wearing my little red cape

I don’t how to to see

Going through the woods

I am happy as can be

The color red sourounds me

It beauty is deep as blood

Going through the woods

It is now my space

It is now my playground

It is now my science lab

I make more of the blood plants

I turn them into pocessions

Going through the woods

I see it start to thrive

No one has touched my plants

Since the day I died

But yet I still see the red flowers everywhere

And I feel I may have wasted my life

In the woods

Of blood red flowers