Summer Morn

In the center of it all
bloomed one perfect white rose
and every other shade and hue imagined
grew in the circle’s perfect symmetry
awakening to sun on dew
in iridescent harmony
while sweetest song arose from every tree

and in the shade,
a mother suckles babe
at one, in perfect balance
with the mother of us all

while magic shimmers in the air
pregnant with the soul of life expanding
Eternity of summer morn
in introverted moment of pure bliss

? Michaelette ?

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