Sitting on a counter
Sat a vase with different flowers
Not many paid attention
Most went about their hours
Though, hidden among the petals was a secret little verse
That another spy would soon decode
And act on what he’d learned
Some were messages of battle
Some were messages of strife
Each flower told a story
Each code, a different plight
And no one would have thought a thing from that innocent little sight
Though, much the same, we have much to gain
When we observe the little things in life
Nicely versed Hannah 🙂
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Thank you so much!! 😀
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Always a pleasure 🙂
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