Flower Garden

A flower garden, cast by the hand of God,
Sweet incarnation of time,
Stowing perfumes over the sod
from every petal sturdy and fine.
You soothe the moments as they pass
in a silent, fragrant procession by,
over the cool blades of the grass
afar from Nature's eye.

by Joseph T. Renaldi

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