A flower is just a flower
Or what one’s eyes perceives…
Some see it as an object
While others, see it differently
This morning as I arose
A scent of jasmine filled the air
A treasure I remember
Adorned my mother’s hair.
As robins sing their morning song
I walked in fields of green
In awe of all the wonder
In this majestic colored scheme.
As I walked I saw my father
Gently planting in his field
In hopes that grateful labor
Will bring him blessed yield.
My soul is ever humble
For this vision I have seen
I thank God in this moment
In my darkness that I see.
Antony King 2018
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