Emily Brown
Photography and Poem By Megan Thomas
Saturated specks of sun Scattered across the blankets of blue skies Reigning over the green meadows of the earth If you run too hastily you’ll miss the satin flower Blush pink Yearning, longing to be gazed upon Who plans the growth of a wildflower? Who takes notice? Who explores curiosity? Surely not the hurried seer. Surely not the speeding driver the one who slowly walks They will witness the bloom of her entire garden.