Sun full of flowers.

The galaxy dress was unknown to eyes,
never before was such a dress unveiled.
The footballer put on his underkit skins,
His socks were tight against his calf.
Having looked up from his sacked cloth,
and kicked a ball for the first time,
he saw flowers of the blue moon;
roses as lush from their earthly grime,
as the push across the field.
Then came white daisies common and friended - determinedly impotent yellow ball of flowers scorched past the lampposts and missed.