…while I watch the flowers of springtime blossom
into spectacular colors,
emitting succulent aromas…
…as the people ooh and aah at their shades of
pink and yellow and purple and red,
breathing deeply of their pleasing fragrance that is life…
…as they are plucked for bouquets and centerpieces and wreaths,
so beautiful and so coveted by so many…
…as what’s left dies down into the ground,
into the dirt of the hillside,
into the muck of the shoreline…
…to be noticed
almost made me miss
the Love that has made me so strong.


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