Flowers

Sweet smelling
On going
Never ending
Fields
Of pink
And blue
Green
And yellow
All sorts of colors
Of flowers
Fill the fields
That stretch across the country side.

It’s a sight
That’s truly beautiful
And only a few get to see it
For it’s tucked away
Far and deep
Into the hidden valley
Of the Colman’s Trek
And even though
Only few have ever seen
It’s beauty
That is
So great,
Many will always remember
Hearing stories
Of a heaven
Of a paradise
Of a place
Where the flowers grow
In all sorts of colors
And they never fade
Never wither
From the harsh reaches of winter
Never die
From the cold gusts of wind
That never enter
This fertile valley.

Many will remember
This tiny bit of heaven
That is so untouched
So preserved
So uncontrollable
And so real
As just a dream
Just a story
Just a myth
That their ancestors
Once told.