Author's Note: This is a poem I created that originated from one of my stream of consciousness journal entries. I personally liked it, and decided to make a poem out of it. It has a kind of romantic feel to it, and has some repetition incorporated in it.
Frolicking freely through the endless field-
Thinking of nothing other than I see.
Bushy tassels peering out the grass-
In the wide and endless field.
Butterflies flying before my eyes;
Blue, orange, pink, and green.
Looking left, looking right-
In the wide and endless field.
Trees of every kind, size, color, shape-
Shedding great autumn colored leaves.
Nothing passing without my knowledge-
In the wide and endless field.
Golden caterpillars finding homes-
Admiring every creature's feature.
Small destined ants creating hills-
In the wide and endless field.
Stopping once to think some more-
About how this nature could be created.
Knowing that beauty describes no more-
In the wide and endless field.
