'These Flowers' <br /> <br />on this hill the winds blow <br />and the feild of flowers dance with the winds song, <br />the sun and starts audience to this sight; <br />bees the tax collecters, collect the nector of these flowers, <br />yet on this hill is peace and beauty, <br />the flowers are a barrier to the creatures <br />that live amongst them, when the sun sleeps <br />and the moon awakens opening her eyes to the beauty of <br />the flowers, they sleep under this moon, that guards them <br />healing them as they sleep, <br />and as the moon sleeps and the sun awakens <br />this beauty awakens to this new dawn.<br /><br />jordan scown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/these-flowers/
