Lying in a field, of purple and green

The beauty of nature, like I’ve never seen

Captivating colors, in a bottle so small

Uncork the top, and let everything fall

Out into the meadow, awash in the field

The scent of the gardens, to this I shall yield

A promise, you must experience this

The glory of nature is, quite purely, bliss

 

May Writing Prompt:  Bottled bliss – Day 19/31

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