After the Morning Prayer

In The Spring (ImperfectPsychotic04) #9

In The Spring

I wandered like a soul lost in the crowd foreseen,

To meet with a crowd of flowers unseen,

With Daffodils, Tulips and Crocus,

Shimmering in the light like stars in my eyes,

On the canvas of my life so plain,

Did I spray the colours like rain,

Dancing about in the valley of flowerets,

Into a vine of blooming yellow Poppies,

Did I see a butterfly in disdain,

Looking at its humble abode in pain,

Shattered from the Winter's cold winds,

Onto the green ground in many pieces,

It spread its wings in determination,

For the work in manifestation,

In the Spring did I turn,

Of lessons in Nature did I learn.