In search of a garden flower in mid February afternoon,
I stumbled in a little corner into a bunch of bulb flowers,
There were some bright yellow flowers bowing graciously in the cold,
They were shivering but seemed to dance merrily in the chilly wind.
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Jay, this poem really touched me. It is just the way I feel when I see a beautiful flower and I wonder whether I should put it at an altar of God, or give it to someone I love the most or just put it in a vase. I always choose the last option because that way the flower can live a bit longer and spread joy and happiness for a little while more.