I walk through the green field, covered with violets
its beautifull to my eyes, messengers of the sacred venus
no longer will people moff,
at sacred venus
they must drop their silk scarves over the white marble sculptures in my palace
people stare
At the great variety here
there everywhere
still surounded with chestnut trees
cristobal Benjumea
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-caan-stop-the-flowers-growing-or-the-grass-in-the-field/
