The open fields of flowers,

Disguises the black ground beneath it,

Different shades of brown and yellow,

Different shapes of patches that the flowers created,

Each flower trying to find a way to disguise the hideous ground below.

No one remembers how the underneath ground looked like,

It had been years since it was exposed to the world, 

The caretakers on the fields drawing red designs,

To help prevent any fouls spirits from falling upon the flowers,

The flowers were covering the nightmares of a girl.

Her spirit was bright and warm,

Just like the flowers above,

But her mind had experiences as hideous as the ground beneath,

Her trauma hidden below the surface,

But her personality,

So beautiful.