To The Sun
I await the arms of warmth to wrap me up
and pull me into high-grass fields to roam
where the hills are boldly painted by the tulips
that give the bees their nectars comb.
Love of Baby's Breath brushes against my skin
while kisses brought by summer's breezes
caress my cheek and draw me closer in.
Count me among the reaching daisies
hoping to be closer than the rest.
A thousand, startled butterflies rise within me
and begin their fluttering in my chest.
All while euphoric smiles of senseless glee
reveal hidden roses blooming on my face.