Blooming ~

I see a palette of which colors of vast array are piled on, awaiting a brush to take away. I see fields painted with the rainbow from God above, I see happiness as calming as a dove. As we walk into the open fields your hand in mine, I cannot help but breathe in the glory bloomed in the spring time. The beauty of a Tulip is one so natural and free, the smell of citrus, honey and green are just a few your mind will see. The forgotten hills that our ancestors walked, the voices that echoed deep in the valleys below, the memories made and the trees In which will outgrow.