Deserted, isolated, all alone,
flowers breezing in the air,
one step, then two steps,
walk through the mix of flowers
of poppies, daisies and roses too
when will the flowers blossom again.

The sound of bees all around,
the clouds brighten and come alive,
the smell of pollen and roses too,
when will the flowers blossom again?

In isolation and be wilderness,
flowers blossom,
petals brighten,
stalks strengthen.

In isolation and be wilderness,
the flowers will truly blossom again.

© AshleyParks