Auntie sings the lullaby
Taint brings the sounds
Vein spread the chaos
And I stand down

The beautiful pond before me
As I face up to the sky
My Auntie tells me, "Blue", but
I'm not sure why

"The grass is green like lilypads;
The dandelions, sun."
But they're are not the same to me;
Am I the only one?

The sun is like the thorn
The poppies like dandles
And to me, the oak is colored like
A golden-orange candle

Hehe, this is my sweet little fawn's first poem. The fawn tried thejr hardest, but Anzel isn't quite sure what they mean. She wonders if the little fawn is confused.