FROM BLOSSOMS…

FROM GROWTH COMES
THIS SUBTLE PLEASURE OF KNOWING
WE PLAYED A PART IN THE BLOOM
OF THE CARNATIONS FINDING LIFE AT THE EDGE OF THE MEADOW
THAT WE SEEDED.

FROM FERTILE LANDS, FROM SOIL,
FROM DANCING RAINDROPS IN THE SPRING,
COME COLORS IN THE PLAINS, VIBRANT
CARNATIONS WE PAINT, FRAGILE STEMS AND ALL,
COME THE MEMORABLE STEMS OF OUR INFLUENCE, STEMS WE PAINT.

OH, TO SHOW WHAT WE’VE ACCOMPLISHED WORLDWIDE,
TO DISPLAY IMAGES IN A GALLERY, TO CAPTURE
NOT ONLY ITS LIKENESS, BUT ITS VALUE,
NOT ONLY ITS APPEARANCE, BUT ITS IMPACT, TO HAVE
THE FLOWERS IN OUR GRASP, ADMIRE IT, THEN ARRANGE INTO
THE VISUAL MAGNIFICENCE OF BOUQUETS.

THERE ARE MOMENTS WE GAIN
AS IF CAUGHT AT A STANDSTILL
NO TIME PASSING; FROM DELIGHT
TO BLISS TO ELATION, FROM RISE TO FLIGHT,
FROM GROWTH TO PROGRESSION TO
MARVELOUS DEVELOPMENT, TO MIRACULOUS ASTONISHING EVOLUTION.