Ode to Flowers

April 11, 2017
By , Little Rock, AR

Sunshine yellow,

Blood red,

The kind of purple the sky makes

When the sun

Touches the ground.

Sunflowers that reach

Towards the clouds.

Peonies in fields,

Blowing in the wind.

As I walk through,

I breathe the air,

Filled with the color of flowers.

Sunshine floats,

Flowers rise,

As green fills

My eyes and mind.

You sway,

You dance,

You sing. 

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