Share Poem by Josephine Lauderdale

The flowers are having a conversation today
And I can hear them
Because they don't think I am listening

They don't care if I am listening
Actually they're shouting

Joyful bright colors of peace
Sending messages of hope, love and beauty

What a racket they make
Why haven't I heard it before?
Where did their messages go?
When I wasn't listening

Wherever they went...I want them back
They belong to me

Alright...I guess I'll share