I love Morning Glories. So here's a poem I wrote about them.

Shades of green and shadows of white.
Endless winter, blinds me of the sight.
Into hell and out of .
To taste the sweet grapes on a vine of seven.
Counting in two, evens dominate.
Odds die out; their graves do taunt.
I feel the snow through the morning mist.
No sweet smell of roses, I do not kiss.
Get me down from this lace of grief
For the beauty, I can not see.
For all the world will learn the story.
As they witness the morning glory.

Melt the ice,
Distinguish the snow.
Take me where
I need to go.
To witness the morning glory is all I ask.
To end this winter, I take the task.

I graze the path of a mountain fair.
In a warm cave, I make my lair.
Don't try to save me from my fate.
Destiny's chosen; it's too late.
Wake me when spring is near.
In this hibernation I do not fear.
Come for me when the sun is bright.
When all the cold is murdered by the light.
Flower blown in the sweetness of spring.
Forgotten is winter and it's trivial things.
Like the rising sun awakening from a dream,
I look upon the face of spring.

To smell the air
And taste the honey,
A garden of dreams
Humbles the maiden fair.
Time has come for her to see.
Time has come to witness the morning glory.

Early morning,
Pedals unfold,
Bringing new life to replace the old.
Hail to the sun.
Time beware.
I see the face of the morning glory.
It has no shame, only beauty.
If I could be that simple flower,
A perfect world it would be upon this hour.

A heart filled with joy and love.
A simple life, a gift from above.