little dove


Under blue velvet flows a lake

a lake that sleeps under the fog

in pink mornings flamingoes fly around daisies

daisies that look up to the north

with skies over the land of green

roses and berries burst and sparkle like stars

like stars that float endlessly under the breeze

runners race with motivation and with joy

as dancers move to a ballet tune in fields of silver

there is something about the fragile petals

there is so much more in the field of daffodils

peaches and apples light up the tiny forests

the forests that allow horses to shine and gallop

and leaves will soothe like a cup of tea

a cup of tea in the hands of a magical warrior