As I walk in a field of bluebonnets,
I desire to compose for them sonnets.
The sweet fragrance fills my soul
until I am again whole.
I’m tired, but I smile
like I’ve walked a mile.
I’ll make my flowered bed
and rest my weary head.
My thoughts drift below,
somewhere over the rainbow.
Source:travel-story
The morning sun peeks through
the canopy of trees.
The blanket of color
covers me with its leaves.
I’m sheltered with
soft petals of pink,
like velvet sheets
splattered with pink ink.
I give a contented sigh
as my eyes soon grow teary.
A bed among the petals
offers rest for the weary.
