a field of grass so blue and green <br />a field of flowers never seen <br />spirits surrounded in colors and hues <br />and music singing at the joyous views <br /> <br />hope first blooms as rose in a sea <br />at first obliterating reality <br />then it fades, the flower wilts <br />until it dies, no longer gilt <br />music sounding its sad adieu <br />the colours in dreams no longer imbue<br /><br />C.S. Keskuela<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-field-of-flowers/
