As Time Slows Around Us [Poetry]

Gossiping Flowers

The flowers in the garden gossip,
They talk of the pretty lady
Who had just walked by.

The flowers gossip of her caramel hair,
How she throws it over her shoulder
Without a care.

The flowers gossip of her silver eyes,
Their size is incomparable to the moon,
But much, much brighter than.

The flowers gossip of her silky skin,
They wonder what goes on within
For her to maintain such beauty.

The flowers gossip,
Their petals whisper,
But never with a jealous eye,
Never a meaningful intrusive thought.

For the flowers share the same hues,
They share the same sun and forenoon dews.
They gossip about the beauty they, too, share.

They dance for the pretty lady,
They dance for the kind gentlemen.
They sway with the wind as they speak
Of the child who was quite unique.

And, in return,
The people gossip about the flowers,
They speak of their beauty,
Their grace,
Speaking kind of their whole race.

The flowers gossip,
And they dance.
And in return,
So do the people.