A Field of Flowers

Source:travel-story

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 white clouds float free.

White snow caps the mountains.

Grey rocks all I can see.

Grey surrounds oasis.

A mirage that can’t be.

Flowers lift their faces.

An illusion for me.

DREAM A DREAM

elinka:

A small cabin perched on a green hill.
The closest house is on the nearby hill.
Quiet rules the day.
The sun shines bright and clear.
The wind ruffles the slope of green grass.
The lone tree beckons for someone to
sit beneath it.
To sit in its shade with a book in one hand
and a glass of lemonade in the other.
Come and join my dream.