Fields Of Flowers

In the fields of flowers, where life begins to spark
I walk along the grassy line and give in to the lark.

Into the sky so blue, I picked a flower for you
The skylark now resides, near to me and you.

This field I decided to use, has become my hidden muse
All poets and all dreamers, here can fill their shoes.

The sun begins to fade, as stars take over the view
I think of all the flowers, birds and bee's so true.

Up into the sky, to meet the shining moon
Where lovers can unite and sip from the silver spoon.

Today my heart was filled with hope and dreams alike
This field of poet's dreams gives me hidden flight.

So if you dream like me and feel your life does grow
Pick up a pen today, and let your feelings flow.