Forget-Me-Nots

Forget-Me-Nots Across the field, I trampled a path, When I held back and marvelled to see, Near the babbling brook beneath the trees, A sea of blue of scorpion grass: Tiny blooms asway in waves of glee, Of forget-me-nots, and thirsty bees. From end to end, as far as I could see, In the cool lea, they spread their petals, Exhibiting beautiful visuals, On the hillside, swaying in the breeze. I looked back at the path and then ahead, Enthralled as to where destiny had led. The sun shone down with warmth unsurpassed As the wind blew over cool fresh air. They fluttered about extraordinaire Expressing their amour unabashed. I was enamoured by their charisma Under the sky of terra firma. And when dismayed as storm clouds brew, And lacklustre negative thoughts prevail, I reminisce their presence in the meadow, Of powder blue amongst a greenery view. Then, my eyelids succumb, and I envision, Fields of forget-me-nots abloom in heaven. *** Note: The Myosotis (meaning mouse’s ear due to the resemblance of the shape of their leaves) aka forget-me-not flower, is also known as scorpion grass because of its spiralling stem leading to its flower head, which looks like a scorpion tail. Forget-me-nots are biennial plants (i.e., they have a life span of two years) which emit no scent. They bloom from May to October and are associated with the birth month of September, along with the aster and morning glory. Forger-me-nots symbolize love and respect, and remembrance.