Flowers have been gathered
Within the arms of love
Each petal soft with dew drops
The gift the heart speaks of

With fragrance that is wafting
Within a gentle breeze
Falling in the path of
Life's joy with greatest ease

Given with the softness
Of earth's own sweetest breath
Flowing on their journey
For all the life that's left

Winds of life are swaying
In colors that appear
Upon the grass of velvet
The touch of God so near

Love of Life emerges
Within the glow of peace
Radiance resuming
Each morning it repeats

Trees in all their majesty
Bow in sweet reply
In shadows of all colors
God painted from on high.

~ Francine Pucillo ~
©Copyright June 24, 2003