Flowers

blossoms scattered alightens my path

chirping baby bluebirds in the old birdbath

flowers, they grow to complement all

times and places, in spring or in fall.

just like those flowers so tender and frail

just like the petals with the wind do they sail

my heart feels beautiful, fresh and anew

when true love takes away all that is blue.

flowers, my dear, represent my theme

with no words at all, transparent they seem

let your heart free, hod open the door

to your loving true God, that’s who you’re made for.

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