Flowers

sacred are these flowers
joy of the earth
married as one with soft wind and solar fire
fragile and meek
patterned in many forms
the wild daisy the rose
measured in form
the eternal architect
made in his measure
of love;
fine perfume of many shades
gentle and sweet and free
the laughing dahlia
dancing dandelion
primrose
snapdragon
and night scented stock;
suffer them not to be cut
leaves removed
soft roots cast aside
at man's vain wont,
for these too are children of god
and when looked on with love
shall they magnify and reflect it back a thousand fold
to shine on all that are
on the humnble
the prince with his proud court
and the knave:
sacred are these flowers
joy of the earth
married as one
in soft wind and solar fire.

by Dan Scorpio

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This one just wreaks with an all consuming passion, it rather took my breath away.