Outside of my window and upon a tree
Some purplish flowers are looking at me
They smile, they wave and sing their song
I can hear their melodies all day long
Like violets but not they all smell good
And delight my eyes just like they should
But if I want to hold them and gather them near
I must be content with holding them here
They are like the heavens: so sweet and serene
And hold the Eternal..if you know what I mean..
For their essence; their beauty; and intense perfume,
Are, all of them, His Echo..He gives their bloom...
I can sit here for hours and write some more
About all of their beauty that seems to soar
Through the elements and molecules that touch me deep
But I have to move on and continue to seek...