The rain comes down proud
In a heavy downpour.
The flower buds,
So shy to come out
Of their green blanket,
Bow down,
Little by little,
Until they reach the ground.
Out of the dark clouds,
The sun comes out.
Its rays throw
A warm glow,
Over the flower buds.
They rise little by little,
Come out of their green blanket,
With their hues so bright.
Copyright 2023, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved
Very nice, Rose Marie. I like how you told about the flowers bowing down during the rain and then rising up in the sunshine.
***** THERE'S a 'flowerbed/ of Flower Buds for YOU, Rose Marie! ! Five Starflowers. Very nice; I did NOT know you were so attuned to the lives of flowers, BUT, with the name Rose (Marie) you have an 'edge' on many of us. bri : )
The cherubs of natures heavenly orchestra, flowers spout from the dismal sights. As ever a Beautiful work, bless your gift and your mindful eye for words.
Beautiful. The sunshine after the storm and how it affects us and all living things... Lovely poem
So Awesome, So Very Beautifully Composed! ..++++++++++++++++++++++++
Ever, ever so many 10'S And Endless Stars Too! ..+++++++++++++++++++++
A Deeply Deeply Beautiful poem to reflect upon! .. Filled with such inspiration and hopeful thoughts too! ..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is really excellent......