The Beauty Of Wildflowers Poem by Mark Heathcote

The beauty of wildflowers, wood violets, and dandelions a leafing of gold coming out of a dark cloud.
The bee is burring in the breeze as you pick and join pink-tinged daisies on your knees with a smile that lifts another smile once violet-blue.

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The beauty of wildflowers, wood violets,
and dandelions - a leafing of gold
coming out of a dark leaf mould.
The bee that is burring in the breeze
as you pick and join pink-tinged daisies
on your knees with a smile
that lifts another smile once violet-blue.

Spring is a christening dress revealing itself
after a dusting of apple-blossom
It is the innocence; the baptism experienced
felt pricking out a stem of Lily of the Valley?
And silently again hearing a sacred psalm
which ends with the chorusing of voices
singing in tune ending in amen.