The Beauty Of Flowers Poem by Gert Strydom

The Beauty Of Flowers



The beauty of flowers though ephemeral
in memory lasts forever
growing in countless numerals
in almost supernatural loveliness
as if never ever

it will be valueless or become nothingness
with almost divine scent that it is leaving
from the very birth
of shoots and stems wreathing
on this gardened earth

and under the joyous sun,
the sanctifying romantic moon
blooms appear for the pleasure of everyone,
from morning right through the afternoon.

© Gert Strydom

Thursday, August 17, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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