This poem comes from Laura, a poet in California. She wrote this in honor of an autumnal birthday, and sent it along with a photograph from her lovely garden.
When flowers sing,
They dance with breezes,
They stir the leaves,
When flower dance,
The sky watches,
The clouds join in,
When flowers bloom,
It is a brief celebration of life
That happens each year,
At the same time
It’s a new birthday
Like yours
They just remind us.
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