A tribute to my daughter
The lines of this poem
Upon this quiet Hour
Dedicated, each one of them,
To you, my flower
Human beings can be very unjust
Some are dark, some are blind
She teaches me to ever trust
In the victory of love true and kind
She flows with the rhythm silently
Subtly sets the tone
Fulfils something for everybody
Each feels she is their own
She flows, stands, dances, hovers
Softens hunters, strengthens
gatherers
She makes Knights of her lovers
Kings of mere gardeners
Defeats the desert in every heart
An oasis all on her own
Awakens new worlds, reawakens
that part
Of me that has turned to stone
Be ever on the look-out for her
Like a watchman from his tower
Protect, when you see her; thus
will you know her:
She who flows is the flower
She opens her heart for all to drink
Who bear the natural thirst
She expresses what all lovers think
Because she was the first
An irresistible smile is her crown
Radiating unselfishly
She lifts my spirit when I am down
Gives unceasingly
She arrests with quiet dignity
Humbly proud, vulnerable
Salvation of the concept of purity
Accessible but unsoilable
Natural, normal, ordinary
Caring, healing gem
She flows with her lovers’ and
guardians’ story
Encourages, comforts, ennobles
them
She awakens tears and gentle
smiles
Just by being there
Beautiful above all transient styles
A beauty always and fair
Her lovely whiff, caught from afar
Releaser of the deepest sighs
She is mirror of heaven’s star
Lights up my soul and eyes
She’s nature’s victory over human
art
Mightier than pen and sword
Speaks deeply to the human heart
Without saying a word
And has one distinct feminine
feature:
In her grace lies her power.
She flows with the currents of
nature
That’s why she’s called my
Flower.
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Poetree Prompt
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