Flowers

Flowers

Sleeping at night
Awakening at dawn,
Circadian rhythm of life
As man awakens with a yawn.

Uncurling and stretching
Fiery heads in heaven’s light,
As does man each morning
To welcome the sun so bright.

Hungrily searching for nutrients
They must have water to survive,
Man eats his breakfast
And drinks coffee to revive.

Preening in their scented glory
They await kisses of butterflies and bees,
After we bath and dress each morn
Before leaving we kiss our families.

As the light wanes we come home
Ready for supper and bed being tired,
Curling up their beautiful petals
With no sunlight the flowers retire.

The next morning we awaken
And the cycle continues,
The flowers unfurl their petals
Their movements are impromptu.

God in his perfect glory and planning
Made flowers and man with similar traits,
We are both beautiful and bring pleasure
Flowers and people make beautiful bouquets.

Flowers do not fear the gardener’s shears
Knowing the smiles they will bring,                   
People who are good and happy in life
Look forward to hearing the angels sing.