Wildflower Florist

To my young friend Jasper, who often strolls through the fields plucking wildflowers.

 

A Lie that fuels the fire of a soul

Is a thief that robs the sun

Of its true and rightful glow.

If not careful of thy wish

Ultimate desire may be the final blow.

 

The new year is young. Don’t make yours a short one.

 

“Be not overly sordid, neither be a fool.

Why should you die before your time?” Ecc. 7:17

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