I love the flowers
I love their beauty
The warmth of spring
As all the leaves grow
Then comes the flower buds
How glorious to watch
To wait
The anticipation is unbearable
I hate to wait
But I have to
I have no choice
When the flower is ready
It will reveal its beauty
The sun will shine
Day after day
And eventually
It will bloom
In all its magnificence
I love roses, dhalias, lillies and sunflowers
Everyday I will admire you
While you are there
Looking over me
Until your final bloom
I am always sad when you stop
When you leave me
And all of your flowers die
To the ground
I hate to see you departed
Because it means the cold is coming
The snow the hale
The wind and the rain
I hate this weather
Even if I know it is essential
The rain always depresses me
I will always stay inside
And bide my time
Until one day
That I clear the weeds
And I turn the ground
And I see all these glorious bulbs
I leave them dormant
And wonder what they were
It’s always so amazing
So pretty
Until they stick their heads back out
To say hello again
For what was once beautiful
Will always die
We will cut its limbs
And it will come back stronger
More beautiful
I can’t wait to see you
My angels
I will look after you
If you will look over me
I love my pretty flowers
.
Beautiful truth
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Thank you, so true
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Beautiful poem! 🪻💜🌷🩷
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I know you like your flowers too
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I do, Phil! But I also love your poetry.
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Thank you, it’s heart warming x
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One day soon… maybe a month or so from now, there will be flowers growing here again. Still too much snow. 😌
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You’ll post photos I hope
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Flowers are fascinating.. They are always inspering our feelings.. That’s one of precious gifts we can find in nature..
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Yes, I love them
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