Little Flowers

I harvest the flowers from my unwavering field
I grow and they remain so small
My field, my refuge keeps stable
And I stand admiring them only


In my field of incomparable nostalgia
Flowers that seem so small
I feel a peace in my indomitable soul
And I get to smile and to enchant me only


I grow, I leave, I return and I see them there
Reminding me all that I know about me
They were part of things that I lived


Oh my field of love flowers
With a violet that delights the eyes
From a heart so free of all pain