Deep in the forest hidden, beneath the regal trees
there lives an unassuming plant, made up of our dreams.
At first we dreamt the colours,the mountains and the seas.
Then we dreamt the green grass and the autumn leaves.
We gave the oceans creatures, that crawl and float and swim.
We gave the skies to fliers, to clouds and dreamers’ whims.
We then dreamt up the fauna to rule over the lands
we made them full of hunger, and then we created man.
And man became a hunter and a farmer filled with greed.
He hunted every animal, he planted every seed.
He traveled all the oceans, he climbed up every hill
he delved into the sciences but could not get his fill.
Until that day he stumbled, deep in the forest green,
upon the unassuming plant we made up of our dreams.
He bent to see it closer and was captured by its’ scent,
enthralled by flowers’ beauty and perplexed at how it felt.
And as the flavours of this berry burst within his mouth
man became a dream that just dissolved without a shout.
And we became a ‘whole’ anew, a circle started over
for we are all the dreamers, writers and this world’s composers.
I love picking wild strawberries and have already sighted this year’s first flowers… Although I didn’t compose a tale as such (more of a poem), this is my response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie‘s prompt Fairy Tale Prompt #8 – Strawberries.