|Star Valley Flower Farm, by Toril Fisher|
Courtesy : secondcloudfarm
Here the dews which settled idly on paddy leaves
seem to have returned back to the distant skies,
A butterfly, anxious to gather nectar from a blooming
bed of flowers danced to the morning ragas,
A bottle of honey gathered by the bee was distibuted
around her household, the sweetness made their tender
wings to ripple in ecstatic enjoyment.
There the plants opened their hands,
Unfolding their might,
As they woke up from deep slumber,
Like an escaped yawn a wind blew upon the Earth,
Her gentle children fed their face against the yawn,
Themselves humming a tune of joy.
And then the Sun threw her silken blanket of warmth,
Underneath which the bustle of love exploded
into fragrances of delight.
Suddenly, the valleys echoed, a visitor dressed in floral
medleys have neared, he shall plant life on these fertile fields.