Innocent Buddings
A Potter Dream

A little boy in a field...
Twirling among the flowers.
His parents surround him
And give him their love.
They dance, hand in hand,
The three of them a team,
Happiness surrounded them;
Or so it would seem.
The warmth of the sun caressed the babe,
The calming soothe of the light -
But the warmth then turned green,
And ended the dream of fright.