Flower in the Snow by John Seabrook

~A Flower in the Snow~

I saw a flower, out in the snow,
From whence did it come; Why does it grow?
It's color so bright, it's petals so grand,
What does it mean? Wish I could understand,

Not one other living thing around it,
as it grows on the hill,
I sit huddled and watching it,
as the wind blows still,

Admiring its beauty,
as it stands alone in a sea of white,
Wish I could stay longer, but it's turning night,
Do I dare to pluck it, or just leave it alone,
I left and returned in the morning,
but the flower was gone.

Not even a footprint left, where I'd viewed it there,
I stood looking without expression, just a blank stare,
At where it stood so serenely, showing the beauty I saw,
This perfect flower, without a single flaw.

No snow had fallen, but somehow in the night,
This flower from heaven, had taken flight,
I cherish the vision, that's imprinted in my mind,
And hope for the day, another flower I'll find,

Growing all alone, on some hill in the snow,
Where I know it's impossible, for such a flower to grow,
For this time I'd dig it, give it my love and care,
And forever have the flower, for my life to share.

~John Seabrook~

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