A Flower For Every Pöet

I will leisurely walk in the far fields, hail the herds, share the birds vernal songs,
 
and open my chest to gather all the winds in the high hills, stand on mountain's
 
top and fill the eye with so many landscapes that break my vision scope..........
 
 
Come rise to a fresh flower sending her perfume to every poet.
 
come rise to a higher scale of feelings, something never thought of before.....
 
 
Your days will stay longer than Earth's human calendar, as time will be slower
 
and your heart beats, shall peacefully and calmly throb like slow motion,...
.....
 
 
Your mind is set on false conviction, layered and fixed deeply into the
 
unconscious side of the mind like a solid faith....
....
Life down in the bustled town veils the sun of truth, clearly seen on the
 
outside of the stoned minds.......
 
 
 
 
You feel complicated, misunderstood, isolated, and stressed, your nerves get tense
 
and the day is hard to spend, and the nights are darker, more longer with a lonely
 
bed shared with an alter ego, and sometimes with nightmarish visions.  
 
stimulated hallucinations
 
It's is dark when the sun with many lamps and street neon is replaced,
 
when the flowers and their fragrance leave way to cologne and Versacci and Gucci,
 
when you love sky-scraper buildings more than taller Eucalyptus and high cypress,
 
and you think that a garden in your courtyard is enough Nature to kill the morbid stress..
 
 
The fields should stay where they grow, and the winds where they blow,
 
the mountains zephyr where the sky is close, and the fountains' elixir, where
 
the wild waters spurt  straight from the solid rocks, pure like ambrosia..
 
 
It is only a way to reconnect with mother nature the sources of our birth
 
and human conception.................
 
 
 
I Saw the meadows, this very morning and with the flocks of birds

and sheep and cows,  I wildly refreshed the cliched spirit, the dead habits, updated
 
my childhood innocence........as a bouquet of daisies and some other
 
wise flowers are my gleaned poetry i have genuinely gathered for a day i shall always
 
remember