What The Flowers Do Poem by ~~~ Leaven ~~~

What The Flowers Do



Oh the sleeping buds in early morn’
Are perked by the sweet dews of truth,
To slowly open for those rays of wisdom
And stretch their petals far.

To sweeten the air ‘round which they stand
With loveliness, so kind in bloom
To remind the passerby
That God in his majesty—

Still finds little ways to commune.

8-7-06

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