Gift

A gift of flowers,

Given by a friend.

Sitting silently on the table.

Smiling with quiet beauty

While the Christmas lights

Twinkle with joy all around.

They seem to wink at

The gift of friendship.

Seemingly nothing,

But truly everything.

Sleek little buds

That eventually grow

Into dazzling blooms

Well past their expiration.

Muted in their words

But loud in their slow

+ graceful actions.

Peaceful.

Grasping the attention

Of every passerby.

A kind gift of beauty

Full of tranquility.