The tiny flower raised up its face to me, <br />and seemed to say, oh, how I do agree, <br />that in fact its such a delightful day, <br />with my friends around me in full array. <br />We brighten all the green hedgerows cut neat, <br />and ask, ‘please do watch where you put your feet’. <br /> <br />The tiny flower danced in the cooling breeze, <br />and down I knelt beside it, on my knees, <br />seeing such sweet beauty there in its face, <br />gracing this warm, sunny and pleasant place. <br />Smiling at the ever changing weather, <br />the cold wind, sun, rain and snow together. <br /> <br />The tiny flower actually made me think, <br />how such a dainty thing, blushing so pink, <br />could lift my spirit, wonderfully high, <br />when here I am, simply passing it by. <br />And yet it had caused me to stop and stare, <br />at this one bloom so extraordinaire. <br /> <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-bloom/
