When It Were Just Fields

Seeing outside the box of being in an uterus. Seeing life before it arrived.

Long before I was born it were just fields, poppies and daisies
Dreams were alive and fantasy was feeding fairies
No houses were built and people were scarce
I share this thought with you and nobody else

The fine line between unborn and dreaming in the uterus
I had a feeling I was being watched and dined with fruits
To see the world before I am born takes skill and plight
But the world was waiting for me to arrive with good sight

Out in the fields of bloom and wonder
Long before roads and thunder
I saw the seers flight and danced the merry dance
The houses came and people arrived, my duty to enhance

I stood this ground before I was born
I stood with angels and demons were torn
The green grass of home was sweet smelling delight
My birth came and I entered the world in all light.