Wandered alone i sailed,
Like winds blowing on hills and platue,
Once gathered with crowd now alone,
Visited a field hosting maiden flowers.
Flora and fauna, lakes and trees,
Leaf dancing to my presence,
Like a spark of life,wind blows,
A poet like gazed it for hours,
A company, most materialists miss,
I took some pictures, and saw butterflies,
Floating around the flowers,
Felt bliss to see what wealth brought.
Some battle worth fight for. 😊
Writing for #NaPoWriMo2017