The violets so vibrant

like a field of glowing stars

Dancing in the warmth

of the sinking orange sun

Watching in solitude

the ebbing apricot sky

As robins soar higher

like tiny sparks of fire

If you could still remember

the smell of sweet incense

Drifting in the crispy air

from fields of lovely flowers

Then let your soul be bathed

in their fragrance so intense

And enjoy the tranquil moments

of the late afternoon hours

If you could hear skylarks

sing under an autumn sky

And remember how to catch

a fluttering butterfly

If you could hum with the rustles

of leaves that have dried

Then you could sing once more

a forgotten lullaby

If you could still listen

to the whispers of trees

Or run after dandelions

blowing in the breeze

If you could find wild roses

in a place among the hills

Then return to the willows

to the valleys and the fields