Another Poem About Flowers

Every flower has a voice

It loves all bright and beautiful

It stands in perfection

Gripped by the heart of earth

Framed forever in the hope of a new sunrise

It takes every chance to open its petals

And share its gift with us

Like some invisible hand took a brush

And designed a story told in each fiber

A story read not only in the flower

But in the grassy nest around it

The perfume it exhales

The little birds that drink from its life-giving fountain

Indeed a story written in the blue sky beyond

And even in the passing clouds above its head

By silent song the blossom dances in the sunlight

It gratefully rests under the pearl beams of the moon