Poetry: As I (Write)

As I stand barefooted in a sunflower field
I see greeting petals of welcoming ballad
I see cheering greens of enthusiastic chorus
I see purposeful bees of buzzing climax
I see feathered butterflies of weightless coda
I see an undefined beauty
in a reflection
of infinite symphonies

As I write a letter to my belove nemophilist
I hear doubtful whispers from the moonlit forest
I hear unsettling chatters from the gesturing leaves
I hear rustling steps from the rugged pathway
I hear lamenting howls from the bluish luna
I hear an insoluble mystery
in a vastness
of neverending secrets

As I lay restfully upon my cosy bed
I feel whistling breaths in swinging strings
I feel pumping beats in rhythmic taps
I feel traveling waves in periodic rolls
I feel an unhampered flow in my inherent will
I feel an encompassing embrace
in an immenseness
of ungraspable wonders