"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.