Flower veil

Below a hill, a hidden meadow slowly rises,

Covered by the wide and pale blue skies,

An endless roof, a field for white fluffy sheep,

A peaceful view you can’t hold or keep.

Small buds now decorate the tall apple trees,

Spring asserts her visit, wrapping fields in green leaves.

Winter slowly fades, she has many other places to be,

An old tendent returns, telling tales of what she’s seen.

In midst of this a lovely girl appears,

Long flowing hair adorned with pearls,

Her gown made by the wind that mover so free,

Blooming flowers woven in her veil for all to see,

Dressed in beauty from head to toe,

Moving with elegance wherever she goes.

She walks across the fields with quiet, gentle steps,

Everything’s silent, watching what happens next,

Delicate roses awake wherever she’s near,

Flowers rise as if they feel she’s there.

When she smiles cheerfully and the wait breaks,

Thousands of blooms begin to grow and wake.

Spring herself so beautiful and fair,

You can feel her care for the world in the air

Even the ruler of the endless wide, blue sky above,

Is stunned ,amazed by her and all her love.

Vincze Helga Imola   X. H