Tulip field

September 3, 2020

While cycling through the flower fields

I stopped to take a breath

of the beautiful flowers dressed in pink

I walked through the rows

as their scent sailed through the air

lost in their beauty,

lost in their scent,

lost where I stopped

and my bicycle I see nowhere

lost the cycle I think

looked everywhere but only flowers

I could see my cycle is lost

lost amongst the beauty of them.

I picked up a bunch

and walked to the end

I saw my bicycle

parked where I left it

looked back to see

I was on the wrong side of the field

so lost amongst the tulips

as they held me in their beauty.

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