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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