Little Treasures

They are to the naked eye,

a simple reveal of nature

we aren’t meant to ask why

just hold on to what we nurture.

 

We do love the freedom

exists inside a dream

we labor to recognize some

vision beyond what we seem.

 

For when catharsis’ speak

might we know passionate release

for while I imagine no weak

metaphor might describe your peace.

 

Is flowers that sparkle to remind sweet

essence in spring’s nuance soon meet.

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