Hills of daisies beckon the wind to sing a soft song in harmony with the flittering hummingbird’s wings.
Lemon coloured pollen rests on its head like luminous gold dust, bathing it in an amorphous glow.
In the lyrical whispers carried through the trees I was reminded of love; of being carefully engulfed in a gentle hug.
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