Beauty In Yellow

Purities sweetest honey melts, as tear drops Of sunshine. Fallen thus upon the meadow of thought And imagination. It yields the tenderest of wild flowers, Delicate bouquets gathered yet grown within The minds of humanity. Golden wheat fields, shining beneath a yellow sun, What a marvelous harvest, to share with thy, Brother's kindred, that of your own idealism and Expressionism. Sweet harmony’s music angel's do play, Upon golden yellow harps, a mist heaven's Blue divides above. Inspirational muses are these divine angelic Creatures, gliding upon white powder clouds Of softness. The poets heart hears their melodic Melody, and responds with words deep Felt expression, placing the quail pen, To paper. But ages yellow turns the plant fibers, To mush, and blacks ink fades with time. Yet the memory is past down, and others Word of mouth, shall remember beauty's Once written words. In the honey hive of the human world, Many bees do buzz, seeking the nectar Of the most beautiful rose that grows in The garden of inspiration. But the lone bee touches his uplifted wings To enlightenment’s thought, so thus he Himself may create a masterpiece, that Will be remembered forever. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN 02-03-2014