poem26

all my emotions and thoughts

are flowers and grass in a field

the field goes threw day and night

but it is the same field

it changes colors and patters

with the weather and the seasons

but it is the same field

green

red

yellow

purple

blue

grey

white

black

the field knows all these colors

but it is still the same field

and now, as I set this eternal field a blaze

and as the rain pours down on the still living flames

I know I am free