Posted by: Ron DuBour | August 30, 2012

The Flower~by rldubour


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.



  1. 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!

    • can’t take all the credit my friend

      • 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.

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