by Gib Whitney

Created on: May 05, 2009

If heaven could exist in flowers,

As a floral space for good souls to alight,

Golden angels would rise up as Daffodils,

Haloed in garland of the purest white.

In flowers there would be no ending,

Alive forever, embraced by the sun,

Wreathing the world in a colorful brilliance,

An ongoing essence when life was done.

The petals would carry the reminders,

In soft pastels there would be subtle clues,

Fragrant messages sent by the weightless,

Captured forever in a myriad of hues.

Flowers would form endless rivers of color,

Carrying love from those not the same,

Where stilled hearts beat only as an echo,

Countless blossoms would always remain.

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