IRIS
LIKE THE FLOWER-THAT BLOOMS UNDER THE WINTER SNOW.YOU STRETCH OUT YOUR ARMS AND KISS THE SUNLIT GLOW.THE APPEARANCE OF THE RAINBOW ENHANCES SUCH BEAUTY.YOUR HEART IS AN OPEN BLOSSOM,FOR THE WORLD TO SEE YOUR INNER MOST SOUL.YOU SMILE UPON THE EARTH-IN A SPRING INTERIM,AND SEE THE NITE SKY-GLEAM.THE WHISPER IN THE DARKNESS BREEZE SENDS A SHIVER WITHIN YOUR ESSENCE.YOUR INSIGHT,OH HOW DIFFERENT FROM DAY-NIGHT.IN THE SUMMER LULL,YOU GREET THE FRESH RAIN,HIDE IN THE WORSE OF STORMS,AND SHED A SINGLE TEAR,IN THE MORNING AWAKENING.THEN A CALM ECHOES,IN THE SEASON OF THE HARVEST MOON.YOU TUCK YOUR LEAVES,FOR A RESTFUL SLEEP.OH SLEEP MY BLOSSOM.FOR THY SHALL SEEK THE NEW SEASON,AND THY SHALL BE BEAUTIFUL THAN THIS TIME OF THE CHANGES.PEACE WILL COME.AND THAT WITHIN YOUR SOUL THE SEED OF LIFE SHALL SOW UPON THIS EARTH,AND THEE SHALL SHINE ONCE AGAIN.BE STILL AND LISTEN TO THE WIND,THE WATER,THE WHISPERS.THEY SHALL COMFORT YOU AS YOU CLOSE THOSE EYES THAT BRINGS HOPE TO THIS FORSAKEN PLACE.THEY SHALL ALWAYS SHINE LIKE A PEDAL OF AN IRIS BLOSSOM WITHIN THE HEAVENS.AND GOD WILL KISS YOU UPON THE FOREHEAD AND SAY"THANK YOU MY CHILD,THANK YOU."
WRITTEN BY: KATHEINE'S ANGELS
