It’s Wild

A realisation

Photo by Martino Pietropoli on Unsplash

I gazed upon that winding path,
That lead men for years and stayed
Heard many stories halfway
Had no choice but cherished
Fringing grass feels her heart
Tender blooms paint their grace
Flashy yellow beams among the greens
Tiny white flowers filled the gaps
Many pinky specs gleam inbetween
Lavish fragrance lingering around
Sipping bees still in their dreams
Then passing butterfly care to pause
So sparrows halted and…