The flower that survives
amongst the weeds
Is more flower
than the florists window
ever sees.
These beauties provide color
in the darkest fields.
Bright Yellow and Purples fill the landscape.
Blue on the ground
when it should be in the sky.
Bright Red
as though the earth has been cut.

Their innocense trusting unfamiliar surroundings,
Simply because
our Lord saw fit to place them there.
They have never known another home.
They trust
without knowledge to do otherwise,
Filling the moment
with gentleness in a harsh reality.

Tender petals know thy touch.
They sit patiently
waiting to be given for Love,
For their moment of beauty is in your hands.
My life's aspiration is your touch
Melded with thine own beauty.
The flower
the man
and the dawn
becomes one.

To see the world from your eyes
To feel the man you love caress your arms
To know the peace of joining with one
To know the trust of their own petals
Protected by your love.

Even as life flows
from their youthful cut blades
They dream of laying in your arms.
Somewhere there is a place for final rest
Oh, but you are worth their bittersweet end
For through eternity
their color shall never fade
Nor shall my memory of the rainbow
Created by trusting petals in your hands.