Mar 17, 2009 19:53
Can you hear the springtime coming? The leaves are peeking out to say hello.
Grain's in the taps, as well.
I dreamed today. I dreamed that we were in the widest, greenest field in England, and there were wild flowers growing up between our toes. Daisies and daffodils... I wove a chain and made a crown, but the petals wilted on my head. Oh, to be the spring princess! If only my flowers didn't wither... I could ring a bluebell and drink from a buttercup.
The petals fell brown and scratched letters in the earth, but I forgot to read them.
I've gotten so lonely in my animal burrow. Are we having another party tonight?
dreams,
cuckoo's nest,
flowers,
curses,
lonely