The Flower~by rldubour

 

 

The Flower

The beauty of the flower, a wonder to behold.
When angels cry their teardrops 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.