Forgotten Lore

Daisies bobbing softly, satin whispers ‘neath my fingertips,

Iridescent dew drops balance, in a cool, liquid kiss.

Soft murmurs from the rain, of a lullaby so often missed,

Tender moments lost to silence, infinite bliss remiss.

Red, pink, and orange hues, cast cold by the slow and setting sun,

As the day draws its final breath, night's mystery is begun.

Crackle from the fire, smoky shadows dancing with delight,

Through the sparks in bold ballet, cosmic unions take their flight.

In fractal frosted glass, there’s beauty somehow our eyes ignored,

On nature’s “mundane” precipice, magic is waiting to be adored,

Not knowing when we’ll remember, to hear distraction’s beautiful lore.