It sits
high above
doing nothing
but grow
in window
and like
a child
in chair
or dog
on floor
it smiles
in its
own way
every so
often bringing
me a
blossom of
silent joy
It sits
high above
doing nothing
but grow
in window
and like
a child
in chair
or dog
on floor
it smiles
in its
own way
every so
often bringing
me a
blossom of
silent joy