The Song of a Flower
By Cinara
The Song of a Flower The song of a flower may never be heard It grows sweet and lovely with never a word And yet in its silence our spirits are stirred Upon every meadow and valley we plod Every flower that slowly comes up through the sod Was carefully sculptured and painted by God He doused it in fragrance to sweeten the breeze And filled it with succulent nectar for bees And powdery petals of butterfly leaves The yellows of daffodil, crimson of rose The blue of forget-me-not quietly pose As eyes are entranced with the splendor that grows The song of a flower may never be heard Like twittering sounds of a warbling bird For it grows sweet and lovely with never a word Written February 17th, 2002 © on Feb 16 2002 11:00 PM PST 0 • 10
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