My poetry, I suppose

Flowers in a field

I look out at the countless flowers,

The field they're in having no end.

I admire the simple beauty of the flowers,

Blowing in the wind, 

Then sun shining down on them, 

Making their petals glow like nothing you could ever describe.

The beauty is one that is overlooked;

One that I will always cherish.

It's truly the simple things like flowers in a field,

That make the world what it is.

I will forever admire the flowers in the field, 

Blowing in the wind, 

The sun shining down on them, 

Making their petals glow like nothing you could ever describe.

From a small seed, they become some of the prettiest sights you will ever see.

They start ugly and unpromising,

Then shock everyone by turning into the flowers in a field that are always admired.