FLOWERS Flowers blooming all around. This one is the one I found. It's colors fill my eyes with wonder. It bestills my heart like a crack of thunder. I caress it as if it were a butterflies wings. It calls to me like when an Angel sings. This, my flower, is too good to be true. Shall I pick it and make the other flowers blue. I hold it gently in my hand. Time goes slowly like the hourglass sand. This one is the one I found. Written By Jack Plitt (C)2003 MADJAXMIND
