under a sky of marbled blues;

the field frolicked in the spring breeze.

Leaves danced gently on tops of trees.

Spears of the sun's rays pierced the flower's faces.

The grass was a network of emerald laces.

singing sunflowers swayed so sweet

and the birds dared not utter a tweet.

The glorious goldenrod reeled

spreading radiance across the field.

Dizzy daffodils rocked to and fro

in a melted blur of golden yellow.

Tall grasses peered 'round the poppies

for a better view of the flowers' follies.

Even the weeds were a part of the game

until the sun descended......... and darkness came.