They are golden blossoms surrounded by scarlet petals and draped with liquid diamonds. The morning dew lingers on these beautiful blossoms for a moment weighing them ever-so slightly. They seem to bow their fragile heads in morning prayer as the drops slip slowly to the ground. As the sunlight dries away the moisture each petal lifts toward the light. Bright, alert, and ready for the day.
"I hope some day to meet God,
because I want to thank Him for the flowers."
~Robert Brault
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