Blue flowers stretching sleepy arms
Such delicate dainty-like charms
Ringing and singing lovely songs
Waking up the wildest throngs
This is the kind of life to desire
Embracing the sun like warm fire
Romancing the spinning world
Woven wonders working unfurled
Setting the example of pure praise
Other plants lifting lustful eyes in gaze
Flowers possess all the beauty
It seems this is the most dignified duty
For attention is poured on the pretty
Everything else is just a true pity
At least we rarely are sought out
There is no fear or doubt
That we will be plucked by many a hand
For then we are thankful to be bland
Being gently reprimanded
Of course nature is commanded
To know that everything yields an aim
Though not all are exactly the same
Everything has been made beautiful
Knowing such is quite indisputable
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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