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