Stop to Smell the Flowers
The wind blows thru my hair
And the warm glow of the spring sun
embraces me.
The beautiful selection of flowers and the
fresh vivid colors of green blanket the ground.
I sit and watch a young bear cub tumble and play
in the fresh spring air
While mama's watchful eyes scan for danger
Streams trickling and bubbling as they are
Magically awakened by Mother Nature's
breath of restoration...
I think we'd all be so much more aware
And taken in if we just stopped to smell
the flowers.
dedicated to my aunt, me and all
others
who take the time to appreciate nature's
majestic beauty...
© 1999 Rob Murphy
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