I came to see the irises
To rest in the breeze
To heal
Her irises bloomed
As she focused her eyes on me
To see
The iris controls the schoolroom
Only shedding the appropriate amount of light
To learn
Too much would overwhelm her pupils
Too little and they would never have what they needed
To grow
So much potential in the student, the daughter, the garden
Trust and obey and work
To glory
I saw her irises.
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Sincerely,
Sarah