i refuse to tame my fields of flowers
that sway in the untamed winds.
i let the wild flowers grow along
with the lavender and the baby's breath.
the scent wafts through my open windows,
causing the curtains to dance in the breeze.
i sip my tea with milk and honey
that comes from the busy bees
and the cows that mow my lawn.
the simplicity of letting nature take over
when it wants to but knowing it won't.
mother nature enjoys it as much as i
and watches over with her loving eyes.
i dance along the meadow side
barefooted and with peace of mind.
my hair in my face, the breeze in my skirt
and the wildflowers at my knees.
the cracks of thunder in the west
let me know that a storm is coming,
sent by mother herself to feed my flowers
while the midnight sun sends
her rays to help them grow.
the lighting, the bugs and mother
watch over so i can sleep and enjoy
my untamed madness in all its glory,
while i sit by the window in the early hours
of the next morning sipping my tea,
sweetened by milk and honey.
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Among The Wildflowers
Poetrythe weeds of thoughts that have taken over my mind and put into words to the best of my ability. this is a call to nature and all that is. beauty in art, art in beauty. check out 'The Rose and Her Thorns.' ••• poetry collection explicit language a...
