To ponder the beauty of a flower so shy
Like me it has to wait for the full sun
To feel that the day has truly begun
To bask in the warmth if for only an hour
To open it's blossoms so you can see the beauty of its flower
And then as dusk comes close and the sun does hide
the flower like me retreats inside
© Irene Field 2013
© Irene Field 2013
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