flowers of the sun
remembering every one
the petals in the springtime said
follow the path
as each bud grew
and soon there was a panopy
of hues and grace and space
that was filled with the blooms
of draughts or drops or dew
that washed the flowers
beneath a slivered moon
that in a sense was awed
but still would smile soon
a smile for the dreams it's true
that floated past the evening dew
and landing like the merest motes
upon the sleeping flowers still
in the mid'night silvery
a sky crossed with hosts
that audience that remembrance
the ancient and the day
all were lost amongst
a thousand thousand
petals and the buds
for sleeping then
and waking soon
for a wonderful
all in bloom

WOW!!!! What a wonderful write...thank you for sharing this

Ty for your write