Morning skies
A bud in prime
A parade of flowers
April showers
Just as the pendulum drops
The world, for a moment, stops
In the chasm that is created
Lie opportunities, made or wasted
Frozen in time
Written as a birthday poem by my fifteen year old daughter in a hand bound book which she made herself. A priceless gift which I will always treasure. (Also see my priceless blog in the random category)