Dew drops at dawn
She lay on dandelions
In the sky she sees
Ascending stairs of clouds
Glorious golden rays glisten
And gently grasp her hand
A pretty and pleasant presence
Politely calls her
Careful and cautious
She crawls to her feet
Beautiful blue blossoms bestowed at each step
Bringing her beyond the ground below
Too close to the top
Take some time to stop
Frantic and fearful as she freefalls
Flowers fly everywhere
Without any word of warning
White light weighs on her
Hushed hums of unknown voices hover above her
“She’s lucky to have been found”
Covered in dew drops in the lawn
Where she laid at dawn.
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