Message #26976

[Jitendra Hydonus]

a policeman on his beat
no one seems to know
why wildflowers grow
it was a dreamy day
in the month of May
the spirits drew near
in the voice I hear
wildflower park around the corner

in the wilderness
in a mountain stream
lives out her dream
you have no roots
nothing holds you down
only love can keep you around

everything unfolds
everything that grows
yellow green and blue
what a crazy afternoon
happy dandelions
laughing in the breeze
and Queen Anne's lace
thinks she owns the place
wildflower park around the corner