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.

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