Flowers of the field

Blooms and buds dripping with dew

Colors of pink, yellow, and blue

Swaying softly in the morning’s breeze

Life shudders within the still green leaves

A butterfly lands softly upon a silken petal

Floating, until finding a place to settle

Drinking in the nectar and ambrosia

A fine course of tea a-la Rosa

As it flits away with the suns retreating rays

The flowers remain, the field is where they stay.