My Joy
within every dream I have, this flower is in it…. weird but it makes me feel safe when i see it in mydream… I wish there was one real flower… that would be cool
My Joy belongs to the following groups:
1620, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Live, Love, Dream: , Masterpieces: Literary Workshop, Melbourne & Victoria, Up & Coming Writers and WMGIf ever a prettier sight
Like a painting on a wall
Or water flowing gently
Down an easy stream
Just sitting outside my window
Is my pride and joy
My most beloved jewel
My flower in my silver pot
Now, there is only one flower
With only but a stem
It’s living with a magical touch
Its fuel is sunlight
Early in morning
It glimmers a bright gold
When the sun rises
It turns a shade of pink
When the sun is high
It becomes a bright blue
When the sun sets
It shades a soft red
It rest as the moon comes out
Ready to turn gold once again
adgray
Gorgeous my darling :O)
You have the ideals of fantasy like any true poet – and to be a flower – time, lifestyle, well it is all relative.
Bravo my Baby Boo
Chookas! X♥X♥X
Sally Omar
Absolutely beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!