Recognizing Beauty
When you recognize her beauty
The eye applauds
The heart stands in ovation
And the tongue….
When she is near, is on its best behavior!
It speaks more like light…
What does light speak about?
I asked a plant that once…
She said,
“I’m not sure, but it makes me grow!”
By: Kiesha Crowther
Fun poem, that reminds me of the two things that brought my mother’s African violets back – a place in a window with an eastern exposure, and plenty of talking to!
Morning:
I thought this was a cute poem for a Sunday morning. Flowers are always a conduit for joy and happiness. And talk, well, that’s was makes us human.
Enjoy your Sunday,
Omar.-