Seeing all God's creations.
Discovering fields covered wildflowers,
Always stopping to take a stroll.
There were fields of dandelions,
Rows and rows far as the eye can see.
Admiring each one unaware step by step,
Patches transforming into marigolds...
Driving through the country side,
Seeing all God's creations.
Discovering fields covered wildflowers,
Always stopping to take a stroll.
There were fields of asters,
Miles and miles spread into the horizon.
Smelling each one unaware step by step,
Fungus grows on their broken stems.
Driving through the country side,
Seeing all God's creations.
Discovering fields covered wildflowers,
Always stopping to take a stroll.
There were fields of white hyacinths,
Scarcely at first but endless upon second look.
Lying down in the middle unaware,
They are wilting with poppies in their place...
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