Whilst the light green stem of your pain
Needs rain and sun to flower
As the blue of your eyes grow skyward,
Their green will yet blossom.
Whilst just one Daisys’ beauty never withers,
A lilies colours fade gray,
Making your heart a pink rose bud afraid
Of being plucked of one petal.
While westward the sun sets on your garden,
Ray’s lost into moon beams,
As a souls roots reach deep for what it needs,
Timelessly for our efflorescence.