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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.

© 2016 Sarah Tisdale, All Rights Reserved



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