Heather
Category: wonder-reflection
She stands amid a field of flowers Whittles by the lonely hours Dances in the summer showers Heather brightens up my day
Rowans twist toward the tor But no not what they're reaching for Those gorse bush spikes I do abhor Heather brightens up my day
Clover under bumbling bees Daisies sway with childish ease Sorrell spruces up the trees But heather brightens up my day