pyramids of dots

[via yellybrain]

sunshine spins in golden webs

across the field of smiles which

grow from gooey hills walled in

by treehouses kept by kindly trolls

who, lured from their homes long

ago, took up these fields

feeling the warmth of the great oven

beneath the grassy mounds which

anchor their treechalets. with the

oven’s warmth, the trees grow fruits

of many colours which tumble from

the branches all at once. collected

by the trolls’ fingers, basketsful of glowing

fruits are piled and bedded beneath

a horizon of cheeses. after kneading dough

for days, the trolls submerge beneath

the soil and slide the prepared pie

through the gaping oven jaws and wait,

anticipating the glowing grin

of the country’s largest pizza pie.