Sea of Flowers

'Twas a fair, bright-tinted meadow

filled with lilies white and daisies yellow.

Such a field so airy, 'tis a blanket soft.

Such posies so merry, what thoughts are aloft?

I can only think of a breezy sea,

where tides that ebb, here are fuchsias red.

'Tis waves of blossoms cover thee,

O' Mother Gaea on thy bed.

 

From Heaven's sweet vapors, the dripping dew

like rain, on the sea, thus the West Wind blew.

 

E'er the cool breeze shifted o'er the flowers,

like as Zephyrs flying o'er the waters.

But lighter than water was the pasture

where daisies, roses and violets turned to rapture.

And there I felt my soul drifting, rising;

passing through the clear blue heaven above.

And o'er the glorious sunrise soaring, gliding.

Swimming in all and everything I love.

 

Thus I swam no longer in a sea of flowers,

but calmly fluttered on to a sky of bowers.

Author's Note

My tribute to what many people term as 'too colorful'

Reviews

[SyberRose]

Beautifully penned and a gorgeous photo too...Enjoyed your lovely words...Rose

[Eric Jameson]

Thanky Rose, I appreciate your critique. From one poet to another:)