George Howard (14.02.53 / Pontefract (Broken Bridge) , UK)
A Perfect Form
I stopped and stooped the other day,
I don’t know why, I’m sorry I just can’t say!
I held a daisy in my hand; it looked so small and fragile,
And then, as if not seen before, it did beguile
Me with its beauty. As I looked and did behold,
The perfect form and symmetry made of white and gold.
I held it for an age and could not let go.
Its wonderment filled my breast, flooding me so,
With tears. I just cannot explain the joys I felt,
I beheld its wondrous beauty, as I dwelt,
This perfect almost secret form, unseen by the daily eye.
Given not a second thought, as humans passed it by.
Please take advice, if you would, and you will prosper, tarry a while.
Cup carefully your hand, around bloom and leaf, believe, you will smile,
Or shed a tear or two.
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