And into the light
No more shades of grey
I want to wake to sun filled hours
Walk amongst the fragrant flowers
I want a world of colour . . .
No matter what sadness comes my way
What fate awaits me every day
It does not matter anyway
For somewhere in the world each day
A field still blooms with flowers . . .
Poem: Dianne D ... ♥
Image: Delicate Wildflowers Monique Haen Free Images