She hid among the flowers where
Her parents couldn’t find her;
The April sun was shining with
It’s tendency to blind her
An afternoon she could be free
Was one she wouldn’t squander —
Soft shielded by the meadow flowers,
Her mind set free
To wander
This are all over my place too – the fields all around my house are covered in blankets of coloured flowers and grasses.
It must be beautiful there. Where I live is mostly pine trees and pine pollen.
More than half the woods are of course covered by acres of pine trees. Simply darker on that side of the place, but we had acres and acres of fields of wild flowers … soon, there will be lavender and tulips beds blooming to the full.