Patches of colors
in a massive field,
as I walk along
a zillion flowers yeild.
How many steps?
'I don't know,'
before I knelt
to a flowers glow.
Of all the flowers
in the world
I picked 'one'
to view awhile.
It's the beautiful
flower's life
that catches and
holds our eyes.
Behold in it's shadow
yesterdays flower
that is much dimmer,
wilted and lower.
That which gave life
to what now grows,
lays in the balance
of a new tomorrow.
In a massive field
beautiful flowers yield,
that many and more
in the shadowed floor.
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