Poetry
By Eurdis Nail Greer
 
            
              
            
            
          
              By Eurdis Nail Greer
 
            
              
            
            
          
              When I see a beautiful flower,
I cry,
Not because of its beauty,
But because I SEE that beauty
Then my soul rejoices,
Not because of seeing alone,
But because of the Source of the
Gift of that seeing.