Glitter lightning struck,
hitting every tree around.
It rained heavily,
The only sound heard was that of the girl.
Her voice so quiet,
she lay still in the grass, hoping the earth
would swallow her whole.
Sprinkled in daisy petals over a pure white gown,
singing softly.
Music is her therapy.
In the over grown field
she was alone.
Freedom from everything she could not
help but imagine.
There was no escaping from
her small world she'd created.
Angels protected every
hurt with one big splinter.
The light struck so brightly.
She could relate to something
that was there and had disappeared just as fast
but she could not