Grass is so fine, like hair almost

The fur of the world

Footprints lie forever imprinted in the delicate green

Flowers floats softly

On the sea of green

As a gust of wind

Makes the green sea wave and toss

Shes getting further away

Her footprints arent fading in the green ocean

I run

She laughs

The sky clouds with bitter grey

Shes crying

Its raining

Blood stains the world

The grass dies but the footprints remain

The silver moon is stained with red

Why is she crying?

Theyre dying

The flowers

They cry for me

And they die for me

She stares at the blood

Silver glinting in her eyes

She cries

Angry tears

Tears of why

I glance down

The blood runs clean

Red line stain

Knife in my hand

Tears in my eyes

This is my world

My paradise