There is a calm before a storm once you find your field of thorns dandelions fiery hot lying down wishing not watch and know seeds will blow where they will endure and grow alongside flowers blue and gold doing never what you're told.
Good morning my dear sun. I feel your warmth on my face. out from the darkest darkness you sprung forth as our savior and made another day illuminating mustard yellow green fields and golden poppies that make our eyes happier and our hearts kinder.
Dance the flowered patch cloud iris purple rainbow in devoted nimble radiance your temple glows till dawn a cherub's flute tweets summoning urgent morning demands hovering mute doves drink sweet mossy water ivy braided pond garden nymphs abound standing gleaming praying full new swan moon rising illuminating Olympus none the lovelier
There was a time of untouched meadows full of roses groves of orange and lemon trees with birds flying from their limbs singing their songs of joy and mirth pure streams flowing into pristine rivers in glorious beauty as if it were all a heavenly painted dream the sunshine and the starry night remain up… Continue reading Meadow