For Poetry month- The dance of the flowers


The dance of the flowers.

 

My dear and sweet love, please come walk with me. My dearest and kindest friend, please dance with me in the field of the wildflowers. Today the earth is alive and you and I, are free to see the trees in bloom and the green earth alive and so beautiful.

 

Please my dear love. Let’s dance in the wild flowers fields near the Lake St. Clair.
You and I. Blessed by the moving water and the dancing branches of the leaves of the trees.
Today the trees are colorful and alive.

 
You and I can fall into the sounds of kind nature.
Today you and I will celebrate the beauty of our earth and see the dance of the free flowers and the tree blossoming.

 

John Castellenas/Coyote