There’s a place where only the wild hearts roam, where the flowers don’t grow in pretty lines or rows, where the air is sweet, but the soil is rogue, we will meet you there soon, where the wild things bloom.
Where the sunlight falls like a kiss from the sky, drenching through to the buds sleeping under the vines where the beating of hearts sing a slow steady hum, dawn til afternoon where the wild things bloom.
Where the colours dance out from the tangled up stems,shades of pastel and sage soaked with sweet honey blends, here time is transcended and light itself bends, hear the breeze sign and swoon, where the wild things bloom.
And as light starts to fade and the sun she makes room, for the night creatures reign hear the twilight birds croon, then by darkness embraced, disappear without trace, serenading the moon where the wild things bloom.
Where amid the soft tumble of days into nights, moving with the wild rhythm find a creature divine, draped with shades of the petals falling for her light, you can smell her perfume where the wild things bloom.
She is layered in spring time, and as gentle as rain, fingers dripping with wonder by gold she is stained, to know her is magic you won’t forget soon, and she waits there for you where the wild things bloom.