[(‘“*JiĢäR*”’)]

I can spend hours gazing at flowers
As they speak directly to me.
Each of my senses completely devours
Their magnificence that my spirit can see.

Their faces smile as they dance in the breeze.
They flirt with the sun in a day long swoon,
Waving to the birds while beckoning the bees.
Then retire with a wink at the moon.

A world without flowers like an earth with no rain
Is a creation where nothing can live.
Thanks to these flowers and their magical powers,
There's loving beauty these miracles give.

By - Gregory Huyette