I was sitting here on my couch, and as I looked out the window my mind couldn't help itself. I began to write. My intentions were to jump into one of my incomplete stories to work on, but this showed up instead.
Flowers in the window, the sun beaming in White petals spread wide on long stems I wonder how long their joy will smile The vase is deep, cold, not mother earth A tree hovers outside Its red buds are long gone A firm grip it holds with roots dug deep Does it mock the white petals or feel the sadness to come For one day soon the smile will fade, and stems will go bare Yet, I think there is joy within the tree bark For it knows the masters love There will be a new season of blooms and bees And in the window something new for it to see Something of color to brighten the room within As God’s bright light shines And dances through the window panes
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