Flower

My mind is a blank canvas sitting on an easel in the dark It’s quiet, there are no lights, no movements, no sound Then I see a spark and then a splash of color, Then I hear a soft low whistling sound Then on ma canvas appears the most beautiful flower With leaves of emerald and blossoms of amber Then the sky is colored in so bright and clear Then a tickle of my nose caused by wondering dander My eyes open and my beautiful flower is you standing there.