As I walk to my car,
I see the opening flowers.
Each petal is a perfect creation.
I watch a peaceful light fall on their leaves.
White and red are scattered around the garden.
I renew this experience every spring.
The sun warms their hidden seeds.
The flowers turn up toward the sky.
I watch them flutter under the clouds.
My flowers are truly beautiful.
© 2012 W. Wayne B.
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