The Wildflower Meadows

By Ananya Sarkar

The meadows drowned in wildflowers

Stretch far across the horizon under the clear October skies,

Adorning the earth with their majestic simplicity.

Covering every empty inch of the blissful vastness;

Leaving an optimal space in between for a tiny path to walk down and explore the magic within.

The sunbird perches on that low bowing branch of dead wood

Covered in a wilderness of lavender hues.

Miniature polkas of white, blue and velvet red draws a rough circle 'round an old gazebo.

The broken roof overgrown with the pinkish tint of winter's blush

Shimmers with a joyful innocence of childhood hangouts.

A branch of the cherry blossom drapes overhead

Elegantly - like stage curtains,

Unfolding the gateway to a different dimension

Full of pleasant surprises built with green, gold and sunshine.

The wildflowers are obstinate wonders,

Healing into something much more beautiful

After getting trampled by inconsiderate beings.

They grow out into eternity, one at a time,

Devouring darkness and spreading hope and light.

The scenic meadows flaunt their beauty,

Wrapped in delicate emotions of a prevailing tranquillity;

Glowing in the glory of nature’s mesmerizing abundance

That spring had just endowed a kiss of blooms with;

Extricating the toxins and suffusing the lungs with utmost freedom and freshness.

By Ananya Sarkar