The Flower!

Solomon in all his radiant glory
Was not arrayed like the morning glory.
Though they're here today but gone tomorrow
They're clothed with blossoms for the summer.

Each petal God formed around each stem
And perfumed with fragrance at His whim.
Each filled with hues of delicate color
As they blossom forth becoming lovers.

Pollinating each with life to come,
Wee babes of love, my little buds.
Their arms reached out as nurturing leaves
Embracing each other with hues of green.

Each tossing to and fro in the wind
Perfuming the air with aromatic blends.
Each inhaling sunlight into their lungs,
The breath of life given from the sun.

The scent of love flows through the air
Spreading its fragrance everywhere!
"If I cared for each of these wee buds
How much more will I care for thee, my love?"