Reverberation: The pilgrim's corn. It is illuminated by the Harvest Moon.
A reverberation: What old Palmer saw when he drew his pilgrim cooling in the warmth of a circular Sun, in the early light of the Sun.
Reverberation: The industrial fields— they swell— where, once, the Harvest Moon hung— amber— like the swell of the midday Sun.
Samurai blade! Swing! The Moon cuts the Sun in two. Inside we see the rings of the Sun. God drew these rings with his steady hand, for his art is soft and tender.
"Good day, Sir (or be it the night?). I work the Harvest. At this present moment I am resting in the heat of the midday Sun. You may use my body as a sundial, for my shadow keeps pace with the steps of the Sun.”
And, as the old worker of the Harvest settled down, he looked up, in meditation, and he saw Blake's sun-flower— golden!— keeping pace with the steps of the Sun.
The sunflowers are in full bloom as we see scattered borders crossed over with bomb filled broken dreams
Now, stop and think We may never hear the raindrops fall again, while the lost children lead us through the scorched fields with their soft spoken pleas
Their desperate sighs rise from across the airwaves left depleted in uncertain scriptures, the forces pull back and a shattered town breathes
The sunflowers are in full bloom surrounded by visions etched in our minds of destruction and death dissolved
Now, stop and think Sitting on burned out rooftops, we see the tortured fog of war covering up the lifeless soldiers that tatter the streets below, no more bombs or sirens blaring One confused soldier yells, "Why are we here?!!!"
The sunflowers are in full bloom negotiating through peaceful serenity, identities clashing with unrestrained intensity
Now, stop and think Open your eyes in the time of a desperate calling, unite as one and let the sunflowers continue to grow wild and free
Sow good seeds, They'll bloom blossoms of love, Add some good deeds, Invite the sun from up above... to rise up within you, So you shall shine with rays of kindness,
You have to **** the weeds, and stay away from the snakes, for you and your garden's sake...
Tulips, zinnias, petunias, sunflowers and peonies too, how wonderful for you!
Sow good seeds and do good deeds for your reward will be beautiful bountiful blooms with fragrance of hope and colors of love. @venjenciecliftonarnold Author Ven J Arnold at https://m.facebook.com/VenjencieCliftonArnold Pen name is #SacredInkedBlood
Have you been in a field of flowers Yellow flowers in the sun! Did you know they are always turning Always turning to the sun Let us be like those flowers Always turning to the light Always sharing always caring What a beautiful sight!
Sunflowers always turn to the light Let us be like sunflowers always shining
the body of the world dies slowly under the blue sky, - ants are also in competition with death, they recycle their ***** in plastic bags, sunflower seeds chew their own shell, the sun dies slowly on terra”s body pierced by white worms.