Scarlett's Yellow Grove

Euphoric growth and gracious space, could no one lay a finger on Scarlett’s place The daisies breed and seed sunshine as if the heavens hovered and covered the saturated earth In her world she inhibits sleek habitation lushness of her blossoms nourish the vast vegetation. She’s the one woman queen, intelligent, keen, the apple of brown eyes explained in our dreams, then there is her castle, hue in the color spectrum designed by pastels, showered by congruent sculpted raindrops, flowing daffodils. Her physique warms her, even her charismatic charm induces smiles, not even the animals of the forest harm her, yellow seeds migrate through the hills, blowing in the breeze, flowers float as balloons, and butterflies break through bland normality from cocoons Love this life, a princess looms from the silver spoons, gold embankments yield yellow diamonds which hang as metamorphic rock flowing through encasements, even yellow buds break concrete pavements, yellow pears, yellow blades of grass, but blue clouds yield drops of aspiration giving birth to golden precipitation, so let us live and dive then be systematically sold as her beautifully shaped head pillow folds into the depths of Scarlett’s Yellow Grove.