The Golden Flower

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Hypnotized by the golden flower
That sprouts among the green,
Not having to beg to be seen
And such is it’s power.
A lone idea sprouting from the ground
And blossoming forth,
Pure gold in worth
When it is found.
Once bloomed to full potential
May it spread
Fresh in the head
And breed what is essential.
The golden flower does not preach,
But forces one to expand their reach.