Little secrets hidden in hills

Little white mice brings out strange pills

The flowers are dying

The mushrooms are blue

I don’t remember the world in this view

The wilderness thrives in the afternoon

Stark white crows against blush orange hues

I look for some else amidst these fields

Not just living but with an intellect too

The world seems so obscure

Perhaps I can’t grasp it all just yet

That the crows aren’t white, beacuse-

They were never crows to begin with

The hills roll in an expanse beyound

And I’m overcome with all that I have left to see

What more peculiarity is left to witness

How can it be anymore absurd

If I can’t believe my eyes

I close them and listen to the wind

It rages on in wisps of force and rythym

Pushing right through me, the wind jolts me

With adrenaline and exhilaration

And the next thing comes

Like a domino effect

One by one

First I notice the everygreen vines

Growing and twisting by the secound

Fear has come and I turn around

In a twirl as if I was once again a little girl

Only now Alice in wonderland

Doesn’t seem so far fetched

It lies upon waters that resemble glass mirrors

A manor of marble with pillars for show

Emanating a petal pink glow

From the waters or the skies

That I do not know

All I do know is

These hills hold secrets

And their echo lies

In whispers on the wind

The animals know more than I

So, they borrow themselves in