A bit of flowers

                     Rolling waves find distant cries
to pull across the sky. Hold on. Hold tight.

                     A slight bend into a wild wind
as the tumbling begins. Yet so clear are the
beginnings opened. Expressed to a staged call
but so silent is the howling of emotions.

                    I stand. Hoping, dreaming of the
big, wide field of flowers. Sunkissed are the
dewey petals. So much they absorb. The smallest
of giggles ripple the dew and the swaying hugs
the lightest of tickles.

                      Oh ever so clear are the whispers
and yet the expanded bubble explodes. Kindness
steps into the smiles of joy and overwhelming
happiness.

                     A bitter chill bites the soul but I soar.
I sing, I twirl in a radiant hue of vibrant blue. The
violets explore the sky in a closed shout.
Absorbing the last bit of the warming sunlight,
I hold my rose lips in an upward laugh.

                   Here, I ask of you to be joyous with me.
Walk here, there with me in my fields of golden light.
Would you want to?