Writing Prompt

To every horizon wildflowers spread,

Covering the ground with gold and red.

A cool breeze carried their scent,

Sweet and cool the wind went.

The simple blue sky above,

With small clouds shaped like doves,

Brightened the colors down below,

Of the flowers in the meadow.

To know this place,

So full of grace,

Was to know peace,

A feeling of great relief....

As I lay there,

Staring at the sky,

Not bothering to

Wonder why

I was in the midst

Of this meadow

Full of

Wildflowers.

All these colors

That I see,

These wildflowers

That now surround me,

They range from

Bright to pastel

And all throughout

The rainbow.

Their petals,

They shine,

Covered in

Dew,

It reminds me of life,

Of starting anew.

Sunlight shines down,

Highlighting their beauty,

In this me...

Nell'ora fumosa del crepuscolo,

un velo di mistero scende lento,

sul prato un manto di petali si stende,

Margherite e papaveri in silenzio

attendono l’arrivo del vespro.

Profumi dolci danzano nell'aria,

consistenze vellutate sfiorano la pelle,

nebbie sottili avvolgono i fiori,

come spiriti che emergono dai vapori.

Le ombre si allungano, carezzano l'erba,

i colori sbiadiscono in toni paste...

She runs through

a bright green meadow.

The sun is shining

Brightly on her face.

The air smells of roses ,

gardenia & lilac blossoms.

She sees wildflowers

All around her, in every color

Of the rainbow .🌈

The birds are chirping

and singing. She sees

Monarch and Swallowtail

butterflies everywhere, they

seem to be chasing

Her! She also sees rabbits,

chipmunks, and squirrels 🐿️

jumping ...

You’re barefoot, stepping your way through a Forrest.

Trees as green as the start of spring, provide you the oxygen you need.

Your feet takes in Mother Nature and the earth, the soil and the tree roots.

As you step out of this magical world of a Forrest, your feet sink into the dirt.

Your eyes take in the surroundings, your no longer in Forrest. No, you see, you are in a field of wildflowe...

Looking at a sky drawn city

When buildings become monuments

Resonate a fawning meeting

Advents that relent

A comatose dose of verbose feeling

A toast that hosts

The ataraxy of

A single lily at dawn

At any location

On a murky forest green swamp

On a nuclear lawn

Especially at star kissed crossword

Assortment of colors crossed

In touch with others

Intermingled shimmered single...

On a distant hill, beneath a vast blue sky, there stood a single tree, ancient and wise. Children from the nearby village would often gather beneath its sprawling branches, finding joy in its shade, climbing its sturdy trunk, and listening to the wind whisper through its leaves. The tree had witnessed countless seasons and sheltered many generations.

However, over time, the village began to chang...

Wildflowers

Lovely sight

Many hours

True delight

Golden meadow

Full of life

Wandering fellow

No more strife

Easy living

Smell the air

Future giving

Life with no care...

If one ugly pebble

Taken from the beach

Where it once was surrounded by others just a like it

Just a little less smooth and a little less perfect

If it was tossed into the sea

To join the other fallen stones

Would anyone really notice?

Would it even make a sound?

I’m sure there’d be a plop as it hit the water

Maybe a few rings would radiate from the impact

But after the fact

After that pebble has...

Swaying yellow daffodils

abound the rolling hills.

They wave their delicate petals;

the bright cheer in all the meadows.

Amid the pollinating bees,

of course there are clumps of daisies.

White to match the puffy clouds above,

they’re here to share their love.

Pops of color here and there,

purple lavender gives its share.

Oh so lush,

with their magical touch.

Dandelion petals blowing in the win...