[FONT="]In the quietness of the morning air,
He sat and beheld a flower in his hands.
A flower that freshly perfumed the air,
Each breath filled with the wonders of the night.
So much beauty with so much expression,
Endless streams of flowing love.
Echoes in the canyons of a wandering mind,
Joy forever always there,
Never searching to find.
As he caressed the flower
And held it to his cheek
Watered by tears of joy
Memories began to speak.[/FONT]
He sat and beheld a flower in his hands.
A flower that freshly perfumed the air,
Each breath filled with the wonders of the night.
So much beauty with so much expression,
Endless streams of flowing love.
Echoes in the canyons of a wandering mind,
Joy forever always there,
Never searching to find.
As he caressed the flower
And held it to his cheek
Watered by tears of joy
Memories began to speak.[/FONT]
Grateful sir, for sharing the thought!