laying in a feild

laying in a fieid of grass like words blanket underneath me to protect me it is all colours of the rainbow carefully stitched together in a zigzag pattern the aroma and smell of chocolate and mint from the blanket but the disrupting smell of burnt metal from the feild with love giudence its my sheild the grass yellow and brown dead but there ugly the field itself is ugly the trees cut down to stumps but if you look up the most beautiful sunset you've ever laid eyes on is there