As if in the breeze,
stopping even momentarily
able to see the movement of their arms
swaying in the morning
the sun coaxing them
the petals from their slumber
the yearning, drawn to the light
the flowers joining the chorus of the day
praising the creator, the warming of the sun
July 4, 2009
this morning,
after weeks of rain
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