The Clearing

I woke up in a field full of wild daisies 

The trees circle around me 

They’re distant though 

I stand and stare at the sky 

It’s grey, eerie 

The wind starts to blow 

It’s trying to warn me 

Whispers come from all around 

It’s the daisies 

Run! 

They keep chanting. 

Run! 

Run! 

I stand 

Scared motionless 

The trees start to sway 

Almost rolling, like the waves I thought I once knew 

The memories were foggy 

I can feel the eyes in the trees 

Are they alive? 

No.  

The trees start to breathe 

Scared, I run 

I run until I can’t anymore 

I collapse 

I pick myself up  

I'm back where I started 

In the middle of the field 

How can this be? 

I ran for an eternity 

There I stand 

Confused  

Scared  

In the field of wild daisies