Sunflowers

I journeyed deep along mountain paths contemplating life’s complexities by chance, a wondrous meadow did pass its perfume afloat a gentle breeze Widely I gazed yet could see no end of brown faces crowned with yellow reign wildflowers surfing the summer’s wind gently swaying upon nature’s strain With poet’s hand I devoured the scene words to their song I did try to lend as I watched them dance upon the green my saddened heart rose and I did mend Sad, I could not capture the repose with my failing words I moved along my tablet filled with half-written prose and pen’s want to write yet unheard songs