Prairie expanses – like our sorrow-times – dry and grey
But now kissed by the gentle beams of light
And the springtime of unaccustomed warmth
Come alive again in a transformation of bloom
Reaching upwards to the nurturing brightness
Vast fields of flowering hope
So too our blooms of joy
At the coming of discovered new light
Padre
Inspiration Call: Flower Symbolism
Padre's Ramblings 