Lavender And Gold
Eruptions of color spring up from the ground,
Spreading beautiful stories without a sound,
They dance a soft dance with joy, with glee,
They hint at the truth, what it means to be free.
I gaze as I dream of the wisdom they know,
I gaze in delight of this marvelous show,
I yearn for the day, the day I understand,
How to share stories of beauty,
How to live like the land.
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