"The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition." —Honore De Balzac
Unlike our wild boy weeds
who shall grow strong
and burst into golden buds
with or without,
You, beautiful child,
are the exotic orchid
whose delicate blossoms
must be coaxed into bloom
by dappled sunlight.
You, exquisite child,
rooted in enriched soil,
watered with joyful kisses,
pruned by love’s touch,
will flower enchantingly.
You, precious child,
are the sweet fragrance
that delights our senses
and pollinates adoration
in this family’s garden.
(Orchid photo by Greg Allikas, used with permission)
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Beautiful poem!
That is so beautiful. LOVE!
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