Siberian Expanse

One of the beautiful things about Siberia it is a sea of grass Like purple color of the soul Roth grass And flowers like Siberian corydalis hides in the grass The surreal beauty of flowers sends its divine fragrance through the ocean of grass The grass covers the endless expanse This is what inspires poetic romance The sea of grass in which wind whispers soul will in trance Among the grass the bears and tigers hunt and antelope will dance The smell of freedom is mesmerizing As the father time and mother Earth give birth to daughter spring Of destiny connected to very abyss the nightingale will sing The echoes of his voice lift the soul to place fit for a king The grass is not it but it reflects the visage of genetic zero point And if one looks for nirvana the fields of Siberia will not disappoint As with sublime universal energy the spring is conjoint And can completely lift one to divine viewpoint