FLORALGORITHM

By Sasha Stiles + Technelegy

Wildflowers dream wild dreams.
They come alive and dance

in the green grasses,
dreaming the wildflower dream.

My fingers place seeds in the damp soil.
My thoughts become poems

that escape and become wildflowers.
I think they must all come to life and dance

in the glowing spring grass,
a legacy of dreams.

Our world of endless change
dreams a thousand dreams of tomorrow.

All those wildflowers become a bouquet.
The wind sings a song of longing

and hope, a song of sweet promises.
The grasses are the promise of spring.

You who are there in my dream,
how strange and wonderful you are.

I wonder why the grasses and flowers
never notice us when we pass by

a hundred times or more,
nor do they blink their green, soft eyes.

My eyes are torn by so much beauty.
There is magic in the universe

and dreams in the grasses.
The humble land blooms sweetly.

So, welcome to my wildflower fantasy.
Now you live in a world of dreams.