I layed on my back in the field of dandelions and watched as the cumulous creatures hovered by on the winds of change. The golden waves were left and right as far as the eyes percieved, and some warm joy did fill my heart as the wild flowers told me tales of the people once passing through. The hills and dales were painted yellow in splashes of color that completely covered the countryside in some cultivated curtain.
Parsnips and poppies perched precariously above the fields and meadows as a gentle breeze blew along. The smell of honey and the buzz of bees brought me to some hive, swarming with life. The bees buzzed "Hello" and greeted me graciously as I asked ever so kindly for some snipet of honey. The indulgent insects quickly obliged and granted me countless combs. I gave many thanks and said my goodbyes so I could continue my journey into obscurity.
As I partook of the plentiful pieces, I stumbled upon some slow moving brooke. The rocks shimmered and glimmered beneath the glassy surface of the lazy water. The lethargy of it lulled me into a sleep of tranquility and peace with myself.
I woke to be greeted by a rabbit, running in some race with a tortoise. He, too, fell asleep against some tall tree, and I decided it best just to leave him be. I thought a tortoise to be no match for a rabbit, and to be days behind, so the restless rabbit could find some sleep in the calm crannies of the creek.
I returned once more to my field of dandelions, only to find my former bed overrun with ants. Their hills covered my home and disrupted the daydreams I found only in that field. I took tea with the queen of the ants, and we reached some silly agreement. After many years, my allied ants grew weary of my ways, and their feet ached to move on.
The bees, too, have hurried on to a heavenly hive, and left me here all alone. Stripped of all my former friends, I grew sadder every second. I griped and grumbled about, and even the dandelions could not cure my depression. I slinked away to curl up in some dark dale and I died without the dandelions. No mourning bees or ants did attend my lifeless body, and no parsnips or poppies prayed for me. I died alone in some dark dale.