"Heaven on Earth"

I came upon a sight, one day,

That took my very breath away;

I had stopped along a wooded crest

To find a moment’s rest.

And what should I see, when looking down,

But a sea of flowers growing ‘round

In a pattern Mother Nature must have made -

Was it shaped to greet me on my way?

Rippling windward were the poppies faced abreast.

They danced amidst the gales, then running west;

I paused to see them praise the morning breeze,

Bowing their sprightly heads beneath the trees.

I have debated for some while what to say

About the wind that wept and made the poppies sway,

About that vibrant vale and its fragrant scents;

No greater glory have I witnessed since.

So, do I dare disturb Her muted fervor?

Do I kneel in reverent silence and pledge to serve Her?

For even if I use my words to name

The splendor my mortal eyes did see untamed,

There is no human way to thus confess:

The very valley of those blossoms is heaven-blessed

And filled with hues of vivid colors - a flood

Of incandescent beauty from above.