Among Swaying Flowers

I am having a heavenly day among swaying flowers, away from my usual city existence; tumbling, I lay supine beneath a huge tree, under the safety of cool emerald leaves. A raging stream not far flows on it's forest journey, oh, there is such a sweetness in the simplicity of nature; as I listen to birds twittering and bees buzzing, watching the sun shine on a distant hill. Lovely horses come galloping across the country field, but, soon my eyes close and I have a dream of leaping; the sun touches me with a caress of warmth, and delicate hues of wild flowers sway a dance. The sun is high in the bright azure sky and still I lay, then, a gossamer wing kisses my ruby lips startling me; and a beautiful blue butterfly hovers above me fluttering, and I am full of harmony, peace and calm . . . . ________________________________ October 20, 2019 Poetry/Pastoral/Among Swaying Flowers Copyright Protected, ID 19-1189-952-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Submitted to FTI Blog Series 3 - Pastoral Brian Strand Podium Place 1