Gazing up into a vision of pale pink and green
losing myself in a delicious world of pastel marshmallow shapes
and being enveloped in a wave of pink tenderness.
All was silent save for the distant hum of bees gathering pollen
Vibrant pink azalea were clamouring for attention
pale pink blossom and more vibrant tones play a melody only heard in spring
Fallen blossom, like wedding confetti, drop to the ground
arranging themselves nonchalantly in seeming disarray.
Closing my eyes a moment or two,
just to experience the sheer joy of opening them again
and seeing it all anew...
