In A Field Of Yellow Flowers Poem by Kurt Beard

In a field of yellow flowers underneath the sun
The earth lies dark and void
grass sprouts from the depths of the dirt
The dirt is memories of things long ago
buildings broken
rocks crumbled
trees fallen
now part of the dirt
broken down to nothing
their memories but a grain of sand
a piece of dust with no story to tell
a clump of dirt with a seed that sprouts
a yellow flower breaks the void
a flower that is destined to pass
but in passing it gives life to others
one flower spreads it's life to many
covering the darkness of the dirt
from one flower to a field
from a dot of yellow to a blanket of yellow
from dirt to fields of flowers