The Flower and Me

You are the flower with its soft petals; your voice reminds me of an afternoon October breeze.
I am the careless wave that arrives without permission to kiss the sand on the beach.
The flower patiently waits, listen, observe, and then the spirit of God uses her to deliver the message
I am the wave that speeds up, roaring on its trip, breaking the wind to reach the shore and up to the flower until it turns into foam.
You are the flower, I am the wave meeting at the beach as two close friends.
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