Nature
Life is like a flower, delicate and fraile,
Showing many colors, but often looking pale.
It's fragile stems, linger all about,
Hoping like it's roots, love will sprout.
Blossoming in the morning, by the suns golden ray,
Opening to the danger, to make it through the day.
Copyright © Jennifer Hall | Year Posted 2006
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