Power of Surroundings (Baby's Breath)
Little blooms of white and green Smallest flowers you've ever seen Scent entwines with that of rose As each single one develops and grows Lit by a dancing candle flame They are hardly described by their beautiful name Baby's Breath So close to death A flower's life-span so very brief I hate to watch each withering leaf And yet I love to watch you stand Still as stone, fragile as sand So tiny, accenting other flowers How I wish these could fall like a shower Sitting in water so cold Making the center flower's beauty more to behold Written February 15th, 2002 © on Feb 15 2002 02:56 PM PST 18 • 0 • 13
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"Little blooms of white and green..."