Dahlias

December 4, 2017

Dozen dancing dahlias along the meadow

I can see them swaying all day from my window

And in the sacred absent night sky when they sleep

Nature's children still remain together like soundless sheeps

Alluring the eye with their colorful petals

Letting loose of each curved petal as it settles

In time more dahlias will sprout and make a bud

Mesmerizing others while staying in the mud

And as the sun smiles, the dahlias begin to glow

Rejuvenating all that is yet to grow

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