NOTHING MORE THAN A CHILD

She lies on the sweet grass for hours before the sound of the wind
And the trees put her to sleep.

She dreamt about flowers and butterflies and thought she could smell
The rosebuds blooming.

She was a child asleep under her oak tree knowing only innocence
And had salvation in it.

She thought she dreamt that a butterfly asked her to dance, but she
Just wanted her soul.

She wanted to fly and so agreed.

They flew forever while she continued to sleep.