Song To A Touch-Me-Not Poem by Ferdinand L Quintos

Mimosa pudica by scientific name,
you are a flowering plant of exotic fame,

you spontaneously grew in my garden’s nook,
drawing freshness from water in a man-made brook,

I marvel so much for many hours over,
tireless, at your tender and delicate flower,

but I am filled with hesitation, very much,
to bestow on you even the tenderest touch,

not by dread of your dense and your bristling thorns;
protecting you, like hose of a feral deer's horns,

but fear I might set off in you turgor pressure
that at once brings your delicate leaves to closure...