is seen the pink of me.
Through the winter mists
you grew until
the spring beamed through
and all of me with all of you
are near the ground
happily found dancing.
You know we do
bring the earth of me
and the sky of you
into this our very day for humming.
Yes we love to sing
so if you do
go waltzing through
you will feel our breath
in the dawn of day
calling you on your way
exploring all
there may come to be
over the hills for you to see.
So I thank you
sweet sky-blue flower.
I bless you for the love I see,
for your simplicity,
for all I see inside
is your golden and pink and white and blue
you are the loveliest bloom I have spoken to
on this bright new morning.
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| Myosotis sylvatica Forget-me-not |
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