Poetry: As I (Write)

As I stand barefooted in a sunflower field,
I see greeting petals of welcoming ballad,
I see cheering greens of enthusiastic chorus,
I see purposeful bees of buzzing climax,
I see feathered butterflies of weightless coda,
I see an undefined beauty
in a reflection of infinite symphonies.

As I write a letter to my belove nemophilist,
I hear doubtful whispers from the moonlit forest,
I hear unsettling chatters from the gesturing leaves,
I hear rustling steps from the rugged pathway,
I hear lamenting howls from the bluish luna,
I hear an insoluble mystery
in a vastness of neverending secrets.

As I lay restfully upon my cosy bed,
I feel whistling breaths in swinging strings,
I feel pumping beats in rhythmic taps,
I feel traveling waves in periodic rolls,
I feel an unhampered flow in my inherent will,
I feel an encompassing embrace
in an immenseness of ungraspable wonders.

As I stand barefooted in a sunflower field
I see greeting petals of welcoming ballad
I see cheering greens of enthusiastic chorus
I see purposeful bees of buzzing climax
I see feathered butterflies of weightless coda
I see an undefined beauty
in a reflection
of infinite symphonies

As I write a letter to my belove nemophilist
I hear doubtful whispers from the moonlit forest
I hear unsettling chatters from the gesturing leaves
I hear rustling steps from the rugged pathway
I hear lamenting howls from the bluish luna
I hear an insoluble mystery
in a vastness
of neverending secrets

As I lay restfully upon my cosy bed
I feel whistling breaths in swinging strings
I feel pumping beats in rhythmic taps
I feel traveling waves in periodic rolls
I feel an unhampered flow in my inherent will
I feel an encompassing embrace
in an immenseness
of ungraspable wonders