Wildflowers Poem by Christopher Forrister

A hint of sweetness lingering wafts upon the breeze
Dewdrops gleam like diamonds on the tips of sunlit leaves

Petals reach out for the sun behold God's majesty
As shafts of golden light reveal a rainbow tapestry


Pink and yellow, purple, red, violet and blue


The colors of the flowers shine a glorious vibrant hue


The buzzing of the busy bees alight upon their face
Kissing all the wildflowers with a honey-sweet embrace

But suddenly this calmness breaks, the crunch of toes and heel
As a flower of a different kind walks slowly through the field


Nimble fingers weave the green, a crown to be adorned

The colors of the forest glade can now at last be worn

Laughing, dancing merrily she tries to catch the light As wonder fills her gorgeous soul she marvels at the sight

For the beauty of creation, of wildflowers sweet and fair

Can now be found inside blue eyes under strands of golden hair