by Renton de Alwis
This lovely morning
I saw the beauty
of a single flower.
Didn't see its petals
colour or sheen
yet I saw a flower.
A dew drop rested
I saw on a lotus leaf
plea to the rising sun.
Squirrels rushing I saw
birds chirp in a flock
heard a kovula sing.
A soft wind blew I saw
felt sweep my face
I know... I saw.
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