I was walking through that field; they said that it doesn't really exist, but how did it feel so real to me? They said that oranges are imaginary, but how could I smell them so strongly? I was walking in between the trees, I saw you standing silently, I looked into your eyes, I touched your face, You were real, But those with little sad life wouldn't believe it. I saw the big shiny sun smiling from up there. I told her my secret, the one that no one ever knew. She smiled and touched me with a soft ray of light. I felt safe and warm like nothing would ever hurt me. I was safe in my own field, which they said was an imagery one. But to me, it was more real than anything else.