Summer Flowers
A flower fed within its folds,
It blazes in the summer sun,
And, through the heat its head it
holds,
Its season fully on the run.
Each parting petal lays upon,
As casting shadow far beneath,
With myriad partners colors don,
Their beauty for the eye bequeath.
Unto the world its rapture brings,
As God, with goodness, smiles above,
With every hope all nature sings,
A full and flower’ng wondrous love.
Peter Lowell Paulson
July 11, 2019
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