Little red riding hood

Strolled down the road

Of forest and flowers

And not with her load.

Everything was red

Her hood and the trees

And even the path

Beneath her very knees

Now what is this path

With only red beginning?

Just do the math

It’s the same as the ending!

With no basket

And no wolf in sight,

She’ll skip and she’ll hop

Through the flowery night.

But how can that be

In a place of only day?

The sun is always shining;

Every single ray.

Now as she plays

In the valley of red,

The bugs all buzz

Around her sweet little head.

And now she wake up

To realize a dream.

It is sad really,

But it’s not as it seems.

The girl will always smile

Remembering that place.

She had loved it there

And the life there knew her face.