Flowers Are A Gift Of Love We admire flowers,watching their petals unfurl.Spring brings showerswondrous colors swirl. Dogwood blossoms scent,Lilacs so aromatic.All represent,Spring’s dramatic event. Crocus of the Iris family,sprout its purple hue.Daffodil trumpets gailyin bright yellow debut. Watch geese back in flight.Peek sunshine’s ray,so bright.Note how grasses sway. A glimpse of rabbit scamper,and an alley cat darts.Birds singing sharper,to attract his mates heart. Dusk lulling everyoneto sleep.Rising to the sun,another day begun. Flowers are a gift of love,from our bless-ed God above. © Joyce Ann GeyerMarch 12th 2005 Join the Mailing List Enter your name and email address below: Name: Email: Subscribe Unsubscribe
We admire flowers,watching their petals unfurl.Spring brings showerswondrous colors swirl. Dogwood blossoms scent,Lilacs so aromatic.All represent,Spring’s dramatic event. Crocus of the Iris family,sprout its purple hue.Daffodil trumpets gailyin bright yellow debut.
Watch geese back in flight.Peek sunshine’s ray,so bright.Note how grasses sway. A glimpse of rabbit scamper,and an alley cat darts.Birds singing sharper,to attract his mates heart. Dusk lulling everyoneto sleep.Rising to the sun,another day begun. Flowers are a gift of love,from our bless-ed God above. © Joyce Ann GeyerMarch 12th 2005
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