Green are my skies
with clouds made of candy,
orange grassy hillsides,
with yellow birds to enchant me.
A purple sun up above
and a strawberry breeze,
the flowers the sing
and dance all around me.
At night the moon is rosy
so all the world can see,
and the fairies come out,
each one of them knows me.
Come into my world
it's something brand new,
I built it myself,
to escape all of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
escape is fine Brittney...just keep in touch with what you escape from. k