I watched him pick
a bunch of flowers,
orchids and roses,
with hands of love.
I watched him smile
as he created his art,
touching each with joy,
as he picked each part.
Petals and thorns
pruned and shaved,
gathering joy,
a gift of love, he made.
What is it, I wonder,
in a bunch of flowers,
that brings a smile
to every heart?
a bunch of flowers,
orchids and roses,
with hands of love.
I watched him smile
as he created his art,
touching each with joy,
as he picked each part.
Petals and thorns
pruned and shaved,
gathering joy,
a gift of love, he made.
What is it, I wonder,
in a bunch of flowers,
that brings a smile
to every heart?
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