In the valley of Flowers*

In the valley of flowers*

With the morning singing a song
Of Love as emancipated in varied forms
In flowers , buds, butterflies and bees,
When love comes to us in natural colors such
Without stopping, without cease,
In the valley of flowers when blows
The breeze so gentle like a soothing
Caressing flow upon us,
Why can't we our days pass
Going there , to that Valley,
Where beautiful flowers
Toss their heads in the wind,
Why can there we ourselves leave
Unwound and gay, when such a company we get, the sky so when turns blue
When the leaves and petals catch such wonderous hue,
Why we live confined to
Useless works which lead to nothing
Other than going away from the most beautiful.

(*Note: upon a painting loosely based, as attached, done by L.Eugene; courtesy: Alex Artista, Art without Limits series, )