Opening eyes in a wintry morning,
Looking beyond the bed and
into the field of swirling daffodils
with amber bathed skies,
the sun hovering like a hot ball of fire
yet the heat of those flames is surprisingly soothing.
Walking into the fields for routine chores
expecting a cold hair raising gust
Instead being welcomed by the energy
in swaying flowers
The breeze acting a like a partner
in the marvellous dance of nature.
A day shall come soon when the flowers are dried
but they show no signs
enjoying the breeze.
A splash of white on the otherwise golden land,
may we all see this beauty as the skies can.
Looking beyond the bed and
into the field of swirling daffodils
with amber bathed skies,
the sun hovering like a hot ball of fire
yet the heat of those flames is surprisingly soothing.
Walking into the fields for routine chores
expecting a cold hair raising gust
Instead being welcomed by the energy
in swaying flowers
The breeze acting a like a partner
in the marvellous dance of nature.
A day shall come soon when the flowers are dried
but they show no signs
enjoying the breeze.
A splash of white on the otherwise golden land,
may we all see this beauty as the skies can.
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