Under The Sea Of Blue Poem by Isadora Quagmire

When I was younger I used to lie,
In the long and cool grass under the sky,
I would watch the clouds sail across the endless blue,
And see them pass away into places I never knew,
I would do this for a very long time,
I would name them names that would rhyme,
I would listen to the whisper of the willows there,
And feel the wind so softly comb my hair,
I watched the bees as they worked so tirelessly,
And I sang to the trees that listened endlessly,
Now this world's long and weary ways,
Have closed away in the closet of time—those days,
But still I find a grassy place,
And I lie in the grass and let the wind kiss my face,
I return to those days that feel so long ago,
And I pretend that moment is all I know,
I sing the songs I sang before,
And the trees listen glad for more,
I string daisy chains with care,
Like I always love to do if daisies are there,
I watch the clouds and wonder if God has names for them,
Or if He has names for all the flowers—He knows their every stem,
I soak up the warmth of God's shining love,
From the glow of the sun above,
It gives me joy to be,
Once again lying beneath the sea,
Of quiet distant blue,
That I always knew.