Miracles May Bloom.

Crowned with gratitude,
Flowers bloom in humble hearts,
Beauty blossoms bright.

The sweetest tribute,
A crown of thankfulness weaves strong,
Graceful in its hue.

Blessed by gratitude,
The wildflowers of thanks,
Miracles may bloom.

Steve Halstead.

The Love Of The Bluebell.

Amidst the fields where wildflowers grow,
There stands a flower that seems to glow,
A symbol of humility and grace,
In the language of flowers, a sign of everlasting love’s embrace.

The Bluebell, in its vibrant hue,
A symbol of constancy, gratitude and truth,
And if you turn it inside-out with care,
You might win the heart of the one you share.

Wear a wreath of bluebells with pride,
For only the truth shall you confide,
And at that moment, the world will align,
Bringing you closer to love divine.

Let the Bluebell’s beauty inspire,
To be humble, constant, and never tire,
Of pursuing love that always burns bright,
With this flower as our guiding light.

Steve Halstead.