Peach Blossom

Dedicated to my friend, Corina....

This morning,
I peered from my window,
Hoping for a glimpse,
Health giving rays,
A smile from my old friend,
That golden sphere,
But!
My eyes fell on a bush,
The old peach tree in our garden,
Aglow with life and color,
Blossom after blossom,
Joyous sprouting of color,
pink petals,
Miracles of spring.
I saw them,
And my heart knew,
Life was to be renewed,
Surging happiness,
The plant raised its soul,
To thank its creator,
To give honor to Him,
Who had imbued it,
With such glory....
Just a humble plant,
No Lily of the field,
No Iris,
Or Morning Glory,
Just a peach tree.
But God has given,
Even the humble fruited peach,
honor this freshened morn!