Natures Colors

breaks forth in
seeds sprouting through
earth in an array
of colors - white to black.
Yes, I have a black call a
lily that blooms every Spring,
and though it's in the minority,
it blends well to enhance its own beauty.

by Jean Ewing Kuhn

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