by MALLORY COOPER - October 9, 2019
The time just seems to slow here in the field
For by the sun and flowers she is healed
Her peace is brought along with summer breeze
It makes a lovely dance within the trees
She starts to spin like how the world does now
The butterflies are drawn to her somehow
Through all the beauty she can see on Earth
She can begin to see her own self-worth
As seasons change the time gains back its speed
While darkness finds its way in like a weed
Although the world becomes a solemn place
The summer field is still her own safe place
