From this sullied Earth a lonely African Daisy grew,
A Gazania with bright colours grew.
It bowed its head to the vivid Sun.
It commanded,
It demanded,
The cool Rain to fall and the Rain fell.
Not really taking much and not really giving much,
I wondered why it tried so hard,
And of course there was no answer.
Just a faint voice singing in the Wind.
Beauty, beauty, beauty grand.
But of course I didn’t understand.
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David Wakeling (
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Oh beauty! I didn’t know what they were called. Had them to brighten the narrow patio while we lived overseas for half a dozen years. And now all the memories come flooding back! What I do understand is how the Gazanias and our potted garden distracted me from homesickness. Your latest offering has struck a sentimental chord!
Nice to hear that.Thanks for your trip down memory lane.
Doing what it had to survive, a very interesting read, thank you
Thanks for commenting
You are very welcome
The gazania speaks to me of resilience. Springing up in sullied earth. An unexpected find. A little beauty for a tired eye. Lovely write David. Much enjoyed.
Thank you for commenting. Mucho appreciado
Beauty on this earth is there for us to enjoy David.
Andy
It sure is free of charge.Thanks for commenting
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