Wild Flours

Scattered between the marshmallow swirls in a dark chocolate sky,

Little candy stars are swaying, sparkling, from way up high.

They shine down on a quaint little town below,

Where gingerbread houses snuggle alongside a river of cocoa.

Children are playing under butter toffee trees,

Where rainbow colored gumdrops grow within peppermint leaves.

Lemon drop lanterns light up black liquorice streets,

Cotton candy fields scent the warm breeze sweet.

In cake batter ponds the gummy fish swim,

And marzipan frogs sing a heavenly hymn.

It is here, in this town, I shall pass the hours,

While resting my head in a bed of wild flours.