While On Chamomile Fields We Lie

While on chamomile fields we lie Plucking the thyme flowers to dry Sage brushes tickling our noses As we strike rose hips and poses Black dahlia clouds dotting her eye While on chamomile fields we lie Between two stone pillars below Lay tangled brush nests of swallow Pink flower buds thrive in the heat Atop these two hills of fresh peat While on chamomile fields we lie Watching dandelions float by Timidly as a young starling Rustles around a grass clearing Coming as fast as she can fly While on chamomile fields we lie ------------- This is the first Quatern I've ever written. Quite hard but fun. I initially was going to enter the Quatern contest but decided against it.