Wishes floating on a whisper,
Slowly falling from the sky.
Thousands of lonely drifters,
Softly land in a field nearby.
Glass spheres of liquid suspended,
From single blades of grass.
The rain placed them so eloquently,
Remnants of the storm just past.
Flowers soaked in morning dew,
Glistening in the suns first rays.
The drops taking on the hues,
Of the flowers upon which they lay.
The blooms of spring starting to fade,
Colors of summer presented instead.
Watch as the transition is made,
Pinks and purples to oranges and reds.
I'm a dreamer, a true believer,
In how good this world could be.
In my mind, we are all kind,
There is no war or anarchy.
I see us living, in a world forgiving,
Creating beauty in all that we touch.
A true paradise, just living our lives,
Not fighting over trivial nonsense.
edit on 15-6-2015 by blend57 because: (no reason given)
edit on 15-6-2015 by blend57 because: added a second poem