- Source:valerie-giI look out at the sea so pure.A vision of delight and more.Setting sun is coming down.But there’s no reason to frown.I could see the ocean floor.Look at me I’m out the door.The sun may be gone for the day.The moon will soon be here to play.
Through a field of flowers.
Pink petals in my hair.
Follow the babbling brook.
At the mountains I stare.
Green grass for carpeting.
Wisps of clouds circle me.
White snow caps the mountains.
Grey rocks all I can see.
Oasis in the grey.
A mirage that can’t be.
How do flowers grow here?
An illusion for me.