Words can’t say enough
Flowers say it more
Fresh cut roses
Vibrant, life giving
To be appreciated
At the height of their beauty
Though the potted plant
Brings ever growing life
With each new bloom
Joyous in color
Orange, magenta, pinks
Green foliage
Roots to plant
Not just stagnant
But grounded
Gives, yields to the
Mature bush
Decked out in its fiery blooms
The wind catches its gentle petals
Captured in the breeze
Swirling like a mini tornado
Colors upon themselves
Moving across the stone brick plaza
Twirling, spinning
Then settle back down
A dance of grace
A gust of wind comes again
O take flight gentle blooms
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