Where the Wildflowers Grow

Sometimes we all have a secret place we go to.

There's a place hidden far away,
Stolen from mortal eyes,
Where the wildflowers dance and sway,
With the sweet butterflies.

The flowers glow the purest hues,
Untouched by force or man,
Every kind, roses or rues,
Grow on this fertile land.

This great meadow shines bright with life,
Things unknown to exist,
It's never known a single strife,
Its beauty, angel-kissed.

The Gods so guard it jealously,
Eyes upon land so rare,
While mortal man lives carelessly,
Ignorant, unaware.

It's been hidden from human sight,
So it will never die,
A pure clearing, a field of light,
Lives in on in the firefly.

Author's Note

I dunno. I just found this poem I wrote back in July lol.

Reviews

[lei]

refreshing and soothing to the soul...

[Crow]

Beautifully penned, a spiritual piece of nature to warm a soul.

Thank you for sharing this wonderful harborage.

[Seriana]

Sanctuary. That's what it is. Everyone should have a "place" they can go to that is sanctuary for them. I love it. It made me smile. :)