The melody the field plays.

View the plain of roses.

See the flowers strike varying poses.

The vast land is overgrown with nature's gift.

The wind blows strong as the flowers shift.

Bright colourful light reflects off the field.

Prick your skin on the weapon the roses wield.

Hues of pink and orange that resemble the sky.

Oh, the flowers grow so high.

Hear the song, the flowers weave.

The lyrics bounce off the leaves.

A melody, one that makes you calm.

Pick a flower, and hear that same melody play in your palm.

Watch as the flower drifts away.

See the trail of petals that will soon decay.

But in the meantime listen. 

Listen as the flower's melody floats through the wind.