A flower dances
In the wind
Content with life
But does it worry
About its world
Global warming
Busted economy
How can it be
So utterly at ease
Does it know something
We do not
Has God whispered
Some promise
Into its petals
Some revelation
From Revelations
I envy the flower
In its own little world
Focused on the sun
Or maybe the Son.
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