The Plucked and Watered Flower
THE PLUCKED AND WATERED FLOWER
Wondering lonely as a floating firmament,
Seeing a petal held up by the branch
Like a host of golden daffodils,
In the green pastures of nature
whistling sounds of peace
Besides the still lakes of serenity,
I apply as the gardener in the vineyard
Mulching the gracious garden
As my weary toes grips mother earth.
To pluck the flower is to "like"
With the help of the heavenly wind
But love is to water the flower,
Daily, as such is the true life
Splintered with the taint of love.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 4th January, 2022.
Copyright © Victor Immanuel | Year Posted 2022
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