Wildflower Heaven

Maybe I’m for a gentle-fields kind of Heaven

With rolling hilltops in view,

butterflies and ladybugs, and friendly, inquiring honeybees too.

The weather has scents in the balmy breeze,

For wildflowers wink and spice,

Stands of tulips, fragrant roses, bring color-walls

For the houses of bunnies and mice.

Ponies, grown horses come to visit,

Me with a closet of twirly dresses,

I’m a child waiting for children,

Dance wearing daisy-chain tresses.

For we know our most special guest is coming,

For whom our hearts delight and cheer,

We laugh at the joke for of course,



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