locking eyes with a flower

to witness a flower

oh how my eyes are

captivated by their color

that makes me want to

sit with them for hours

i mean sometimes

it feels like their vision

gives my soul

a spiritual shower

oh the beauty of a flower

i wonder if it sees me

when i stare at its wonder

then i wonder

how does a flower see?

does it look up at me?

knowing when we lock eyes

i feel oh so free

to witness a flower

knowing how hard it has worked

to grow and bloom

and that that bloom

that sometimes is only

here a moment

one of nature’s brief endeavors

so you might as well capture a glimpse

before it vanishes forever

if i could speak to you flower

i would say you are a masterpiece

of enchantment, majesty and joy

this morning your color, shape

and unique style moves in the wind

settling my heart and breathing

air into my soul

that overwhelms me with

the awe of God’s creation

that gives me a moment

of feeling oh so whole

i also have a deep sense

of gratitude for the person

who tended to you

so i could see you

get to know you

and just be amazed by you

inspiring this moment that slows me

down so i can sit and stare at your marvel

without any concept

of time or the hour

just the beauty

of being in the presence

of a

flower