Forget Me Not

A vast field of tulips stretches toward the horizon, their petals ablaze in shades of crimson, gold, and soft pink, swaying gently in the breeze. Nestled between them, clusters of delicate forget-me-nots spill across the earth like scattered bits of sky, their tiny blue blossoms adding a whisper of nostalgia to the scene. The air is sweet with the mingling scents of spring, and as the sunlight dances across the blooms, the field feels like a dream—an invitation to step forward and lose oneself in its endless beauty. I’m not a painter of flowers but I cant resist a field full of them.