Flowers
Flowers
By Miracle Man
11/28/2018
Purple Coneflowers
Life is a bouquet teeming with flowers,
That many never stop to smell each day.
Indian Blankets or a bed of Coneflowers
They bring a smile and beautify our way.
In differing stages, a bud vase may hold,
Flowers cut to adorn some loved one’s table;
Whether Red Roses or a single Marigold,
God has ordered each its own timetable.
The cut Rose bud that had so much to offer,
Yet no one will ever behold its full bloom.
Likewise are those apprehensive of the scoffer,
Who withdraws to quiet corner of a room?
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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