Reflections and Shadows

My Flower

So lovely a Flower which the Gardener has planted,

one which I dare not pick or take for granted.

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With such fair petals and an enchanting bloom,

this Flower of mine will keep away all gloom.

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I'll tend to the soil and wave away bees,

even brave the briars to pluck out weeds.  

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Sure there are other flowers in this earthly bouquet,

but none that make me flutter on a breezy Spring day.

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As Summer scorches I will offer all my water and shade,

to help my Flower's beauty flourish and prevade. 

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When Fall comes and changes my Flower's look,

I'll steal even more glances like a naughty little crook.

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And if Winter's cold touch threatens with wilt,

I'll wrap my Flower up with my very last quilt.

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For my Flower is such a wondrous marvel to behold,

more so than dreams and fancies if the truth be told.

:) :) :)