Beautifully bloomed…

Morning sunshine
As I glanced,
It made me go fine.
Tiny in size
It felt as if,
They had cried last night.
Pink with yellow rise
They bloom,
With the sun strike
They beautify
As the day pass by.
They grow
As the heat spades.
Beautiful blossoms
Uplifted me again.
Nature is indeed
An inspiration frame.
They swirling and smiling,
Giggling said to me,
“You are not alone,
Even we rise each morning for the evening fall.
With each night shell,
More We rise, grow and dwell”       


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