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She's the type of precious flower
That grows well,
And thrives,
In nature's sacred rich earth,

Each new blessed morning
She reaches out to the sunslight -
She knows its energy is responsible
For her daily blessed rebirth.

She's the type of precious flower
That grows to her full potential
After a heavy rain,

She can handle the wild winds -
She can handle a little roughness,
And a little bit of pain.

She's the type of precious flower
Who does not compete,
Or compare herself,
With any other flower,

She knows her worth,
And she is comfortable
Being herself -
This is her special superpower.

She's the type of precious flower
That possesses a rare uniqueness -
An original beauty,
Inside and out,

She prides herself
In living for the joy of life,
She is grateful
For the simplicities in life -
And for being blessed
With the gift of life;
For being chosen to sprout.

By Lady R.F ©2016
The morning sun
The glass of the pond
The waves in sand
The criss cross of clouds
The sparkle of frost
The curling of fallen leaves
The wrapping of scarves and hats
The ripples of ice
The chill of the air
The puff of breath
The jag of metals
The fire of the morning
The silhouettes of bare branches
The purple haze over rolling fields
The sound of stillness
The dance of a bird
The sleep of spiders
The blowing of noses
The huddling of bodies
The shiver of wild horses
The undulations of rest
The promise of spring
30th November 2016
Be
Be happy
For all things lovely
And what do you do to help others
Be kind
To unkind people
They need it
Most
Think  deeply
Speak gently
Give freely
Kind words can be short and easy to speak
But their echoes are truly endless

Mother Teresa
Kindness is not
An act
It must be
A lifestyle
People often forget
That kindness
Is free
We
We rise
By lifting
Others
If
If you want
Others to be happy
Practice compassion
Bud
You have become
A pretty flower
I have held you
Safe in my garden
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