The Flower
The beauty of the flower, a wonder to behold.
When angels cry their tear drops to help the flowers grow.
Their fragrance are delightful with each breath that you take.
To sit within the garden, the angles help to make.
Much like life the beauty is only shown outside.
And few will know the flower before it wilts and dies.
But the seeds the flower planted will grow again in spring.
And in your silent thoughts you can hear the angels sing.
Singing of the beauty the flower sheds on thee.
And cries to every human being, to learn the beauty that they see.
acelilacs
catsat49
Enistik
gitarstr
goldia1
holkorz
kidsfiveandunder
Ron DuBour
poetlou
poetry1976
pranabaxom
Pericaliya
Richard Rensberry, author at QuickTurtle Books® and booksmakebooms.com
shenk33
Stephen A. Roddewig
Jonathan Caswell
The Primitive Gardener
titutiku
wilmary15
Mum’s the word, except where your excellent poetry is concerned! We seem to be attracting some newly-interested bloogers and that’s a good thing. Keep up the good work, partner!
By: Jonathan Caswell on August 30, 2012
at 5:49 pm
can’t take all the credit my friend
By: Ron DuBour on August 30, 2012
at 6:32 pm
OKAY—I’LL TAKE SOME! Have been visiting “Freshly Pressed” blogs and writing poems for that particular subject and inviting them to visit…i.e.: Horses, Bread, etc.
By: Jonathan Caswell on August 30, 2012
at 8:42 pm