Red petals twinkling with dew,
Welcoming every customer new.
So pretty a sight to behold,
Swaying and dancing, enchanting till they turn old.
Petals vary in color so pretty,
Pretty as dreams, yet dreams so false what a pity.
The beauty of a flower is in its colorful petals,
Pretty in the morning till darkness settles.
Colorful that is all we see,
But petals don’t grow on you or me.
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The exquisiteness of the flower as well as all growing or green things, has inspired me to make my living designing and selling them. I often think how sad it is when they wither and die. Yet another always blooms around the corner. Thank you for such a lovely, inspired verse! Blessings! -TGR(Theresa)