I met a girl called Anxiety,
Her eyes were round and alert,
and her nails were chewed raw.
Her legs carried her away when needed,
seeking safety.

I met a boy called Sun,
His face glowed with pride,
his eyes blazed with passion.
He stood a giant among everyone in the universe,
on fire.

I met a woman called Sky,
her hair was silky, pale and blue.
Her eyes were sapphire, so bright that when everyone looked up,
she was seen.
She brought her hands to touch the frail white that drifted upon the wind.

I met a man called Grass,
His hair was green and spikey,
It blew in the wind.
As he spoke, he turned his head up for water.

I met a child called Wind,
Her hair never came to a rest,
She chose between beautiful breezes, and fierce storms,
and she never fell down to the floor.

I met a Soldier called Time,
Death rewinding in his head,
He closed his eyes to erase the memories,
and woke up home in bed.

They were all different people.

In the land of Flower Meadow, butterflies fluttered lazily as quiet as the sun.

In the land of Flower Meadow, daisies danced and sang.

In the land of Flower Meadow, a sky buzzer licked the fresh pollen from the flowers.

In the land of Flower Meadow, the wind span like a merry-go-round,

In the land of Flower Meadow, the grass grew uncontrolled and wild.

In the land of Flower Meadow, a lake shimmered warmly, reflecting against the bright sun.

In the land of Flower Meadow, everything was joyous.