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Translucent porcelain petals perched upon the daintiest of stalk Light lavender looming low from pots beside

the patio walk. Gnarled knobs of nimble roots reach out awash with white-like chalk. Fragile, agile, angel like, a messenger, that hears the word of God. You are my orchard orchid, I your child I forever stand in awe Lasting beauty beaming broadly 'midst a bark mulch bed of straw. A regal crown so humbly born, a picture an artist cannot draw. Whispered words of wonderment, I smile and knowingly, you nod. -William L. Knowles