Vigorous jasmine, elegant lily and intoxicating rose

Just paintings on the wall, or gifts for a girl

They would be misshapen and rupture in his hands

He would rip dark green leaves from climbed trees

Snap all kinds of branches on the ground

All blooms seemed irrelevant, to this 12 year old boy

But then grandmother, not so long ago said

“When we age, flowers grow in beauty”

Now, even while playing football, he smiles,

At all the gifts of Spring

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