A thing of wonder...
Within the tremendous pallet of brilliant colors
Lies a greatness.
Human word is for naught in the description of such a sight...
The grand array of smells
As it hits your nose -
You are enveloped by its delicate greatness.
A flower is seen as a brilliantly crafted gift,
From the grand Goddess herself...
A labor of love.
One can see many things within a flower,
The life contained within such has inspired poetry,
I look into the night sky,
At that big, silver moon...
Alone... To wonder...
Why has love not found me amongst the flowers?