Flower Field
Turning a crimson red
In a burnt sienna field
Flowers thrive in the rain
Delighted in the warm sun
There were specks of deep blue
Fulfilling the fields glory
Yellow and red beauty
Showered and littered around
The orange sun peaks above
And the ground shines of color
Never mind the attempts
Mist tries to deploy, blanket
To cover the beauty
That God has given us all
Flowers still full color
All throughout the living field
Russell Sivey
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