FLOWER

Sowing in the bed

Waiting for it to grow

We lovingly observe it

And drench with cold flow

A sign of beauty

A symbol of Grace

Its pride runs strong

At a very strong pace

It has no mouth

But seems to speak

A thousand words

So mild and meek

Pal, I know

Are the flowers so nice

Who spread their fragrance

A thousand miles

With a smile so wide

I thank you, God

Your work to mold

Is unduly broad...