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.
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