A field with thousands of yellow golden fire,
miles, miles, and miles of it.
Endless.
As the moon sets and the sun rises,
the fields are calm.
Peace.
The yellow golden fields of fire burning bright,
like the smiling sleepless sun.
Beautiful.
The beautiful field,
is what's in our soul.
the yellow golden fire,
is what's in my soul.
A heart of gold.
Sunflower.
I really like your poem it has a lot of imagery. Nice choice of picture btw.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem! I litterally saw it in my head. I like how you relate the sun flowers to fire.
ReplyDeleteI I like your message, Jen. The field is our soul, and the field of sun flowers is your soul....hmmm... that's why you give off a radiant smile! bright as the sun and pretty as a flower!
ReplyDeleteI really liked your poem, especially the pictures made it more interesting.
ReplyDeletei really like how it flows and how the picture really go with the words is beautiful.
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