The Flower… a poem

Flower

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

 

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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