Cornflowers. With Apologies to William Wordsworth
I wandered through the lush green land.
As cloud alone in azure sky.
O'er hills and vales I made my way
Meandering on a warm spring morn.
No thought or care where it would lead
By trail by muddy lane and path
Through field, through copse and woodland ways,
My mind wrapped deep in reverie.
In forest glade I saw to my delight
Beside the tranquil, silvery sea
Revealed in sunlights rays a carpet spread
With golden wheat and cornflowers azure blue.
A gentle breeze caressed the waving corn.
The flowers danced and rippled in the sun
To music of the distant lapping waves
I gazed in awe and wonder at the view.
I still recall though it was long ago
That scene of nature's tranquil beauty fair.
That fills my heart with pleasurable joy
And makes it dance at such sweet memories.