Like a flower that slowly opens <br />Through the night, to burst open <br />With different shades of pink. It <br />Glows with a blush, <br />Of morning light. Its soul <br />No words do speak; <br />But shows a presence, <br />A truth, a reality, <br />Proud in the garden of our world.<br /><br />Bob Blackwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silence-47/
