As I run through the meadows;
And then through the trees,
I found myself swarmed with beautiful butterflies;
Then by a pack of angry bees.
The flowers are pretty;
The trees have leaves
But what I want to know is;
Why do I have to sneeze?
I’m sick from the pollen;
I’m sick from the grass,
I think I will just go home;
And study for my next class.
My mind is shaking
I want to be outside
But I know I will sneeze and my eyes will get watery and my head will feel dizzy..
ARGH!
I might just go to sleep
