In springtime they flower
In summertime they bloom
In autumn they fall
In winter they are gone
In springtime they flower
In summertime they bloom
In autumn they fall
In winter they are gone
They caught my gaze
down a lane I have not been.
curiously I went down
that lane
to admire;
the beautiful blue flowers.
I took a photo
to remind me
of what had transpired;
the joy of inspiration.