Fields of sun-eyed daisies,
purple mat and clarion bells
await your arrival.

Their silent music,
a symphony of seeds
scattered by the breath of wind.

I’ve traveled the wildflower way.
Trusted wind-blown journeys
and the soil of new land.

Felt my roots fed 
by shimmering waters
that paint desert blooms.

But for now, I’ll stay awhile
in fragrant community,
bowing together in the noble breeze.