Strangled across the field,

she strayed;

far across the daffodils,

into the world of her own thoughts.

Aimlessly she wandered;

without any bournes,

without any looming thunders.

Afraid she was not;

of the world which is being taught as bad,

still believing,

still keeping the hopes

she still wanders across the daffodils.

She still blooms, just like them

everytime a glass pierce on her ylem;

and still she has that rolex air king blossoming smile

on her face, chasing the alluring dreams.

Earning wings of the tranquility,

kissing the sun beams

loving the tyndall trappings,

she strayed,

far across the daffodils.