Field of flowers

Oh in this field of flowers,

I could sit here for hours!

The sunflowers touch the clouds,

And the daisies sing,

The warm summer air feels more like spring.

The green grass is fluffy and soft,

I lay down to the sweet air’s flows,

‘Stacey, get up,’ says a soft voice, 

I rise and then I rejoice;

‘What has happened?’ 

All the flowers that had been here for hours, 

Now turned into thousands of tall towers,

Am I hallucinating? Is this real?

I kneel down before I squeal;

All the beautiful flowers, 

That I sat with for hours,

Gone forever taken their powers.