‘Do you like my dress?’
Pink rose asked, impressed
‘I was a bud in tight green,
Now I’ve bloomed into the world to be seen’
‘Do you like my coat?
I’m a bed covered in flowers of hope
Cloaked with colours of life
I offer fragrance in the day and the night’
‘I am a welcoming tree
Come and sit near me
I’ll shade you, together we’re strong
We need each other to get along’
We are whatever we think
We see ourselves between every blink
What we think of ourselves is what we see
What you think really matters to me
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Kathy J Parenteau
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