A Floral Fantasization Poem by Maurice Harris

Lilies of the Valley dance amongst the Sunflowers,
Each ever-blossomed by beauteous, bountiful showers.
Intermittent, zephyrous wind meanders through each-
Bringing their magnificence within their very reach.
An expanse of blue, green, white, and yellow as far as the eye may see:
One compliments the other as well as may be,
With undulating fields of flowers, rolling seemingly forever-
Both are beautiful separately, yet more beauteous still, together!

Perhaps this exists now only upon fanciful mentation,
Yet, its reality's render is my life's solitary vocation;
Should time itself expire before this comes to pass,
I shall be ever-grateful still-but sullen too, as alas
This glory's loss would most certainly be profound-
If fleeted with time or in reality, my floral fantasy shall abound!

-Maurice Harris,30 August 2010