Columbine in the mountains are the palest of blues;
Ours are more intense.
Gentle born ahigh and free
Tougher raised from within a fence.
Blooms match the hue of and reach for the sky,
Elsewhere its polluted, they're more likely to die.
By the highest mountain
Find the coolest breeze.
The most fragrant nectar
invites the buzziest bees.
And the flies of butter and the birds which hum,
Edwin James knew for such sweetness
they all promised to come.
In lowness a wind can blow harsh intoxication,
But closer to God may be heavenly 'proximation.
"Such color" they say, "such strength in powerful hue",
Or perhaps instead energy drawn from pain, ills or rue.
Oh Columbine speak with your pallette what say you?
Is your gift the intense or the Colorado blue?
The eager sun runs out to play
The lazy breeze whispers a song
As the fluffy clouds cuddle on along
On a beautiful summer's day
The birds whistle their sweet lullaby
The grass so lush and green
The trees bellow power as they tower ahigh
One would stop to take this all in
On a perfect summer's day
All in harmony, the world is calm and at peace
As the earth sighs
Everything is calling " bright and awake"
On a warm summer's day
The bugs chirp across the ground
The animals bask and lay around
The blossoms bloom, popping up to say "hey"
Humans and nature are one on a summer's day.....