Without thought,
I dropp a wildflower, and with no strife,
It slowly falls, rippling the water.
The wake gently dissipates,
to the outer edges, disappearing like one's life.
Now gazing above to shaded skies,
Look upon this baby,
The light prisms stream,
through the oak forest trees.
The pristine breeze, gently moves
leaves for the world to see.
A tranquil softness, tunnels through
the inner ears and sets the soul free.
The white caps of the creek,
flows down the wildflower hill,
Slithering around the pebble rocks,
Nature in its glory, her way of distilling.
I thank the heavens for all the angels,
for it has brought infinity,
and the soft touches,
that brought so much beauty to my mortality
Transfixed by the monarch butterfly
floating above the wild violet, I reminisce,
Baby, I know you see me smiling,
Who wouldn't want to look upon this?
Remembrance when you walked
down this same path with me.
And together we enjoyed the fragrance,
of the summer mulberry tree.
Among all of this,
Now you look upon me,
as I look upon the bliss
Your presence, now of a higher degree.
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