Fluoresce the seed of nature, born and bred
The singular thread grown, budded to perfection
Natures speaks loud, life lights eternal effigy's
That birds sings finely in tune, all seasons
Weathers turn cold, hot turns to soft butter
Like fine winds blowing Eskimos, in treacle toffee
Streams glow, passing life fish and all kinds
All matter of life transforms, a magnificent tree
Beauty can only wonder, those days and arrays
The Sweet nicety's, the finery's of rose buds
Winter comes, and seasons dared its song
In necklaces of silk, Cotton fields adorn
Vented generosity, daylight speaks it name
The tune of fabled flowers, sing truth today
Flowers to prick and bud, nature at its sweetest
Damp soil torn, but highly changeable in the sun
Beauty if perfectly crafted, in natures cause
What wonder we treasure, beauty to be worn indeed
A contest entry
- Where have all the flowers gone? by kaibab.
1750 points, ended September 23, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Beauty as perfecty creafted love,
such color busting green below,
throes of emoting petaled glove,
to sing in blue-dream sky, above...
thanks so much for this lovely entry
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Like fine winds blowing Eskimos, in treacle toffee... love this line
and, Winter comes, and seasons dared its song
In necklaces of silk, Cotton fields adorn
this is so pretty as it is beautiful
I awe in your words
Best wishes and good luck
Julie
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Brilliant!
Just an excellent write for sure!
Awesome!
Good luck to you!
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Thank you for your kind words
you are right I did mean bred instead of "bread" lol
I appreciate that
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