THE FLOWER
I did not pick the flower
Although, I thought it pretty neat
It lives along the path I walk
Right next to the street
It sees me walking by each day
As I tread along
If it were a bird, I think,
It would sing a lovely song
A design that only God could make
Mother Nature adds her touch
Not too unlike you or me
Intricate, inasmuch
The petals soft and beautiful
How they delight the eye
Swaying gently in the wind
And looking towards the sky
I hope it sticks around a while
To make me pause and think
This tiny, little flower
It may be small – but it has strength
Kevin Parish 
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