A world of gardens.
Gardens with flowers;
Beautiful, cute and charming:
Sweet-scented, colorful and ugly.
Season for voyage
A search I make
As I set to produce
The sweetest honey ever made
Beyond the wildest imagination
Which do I settle for?
Many-brightly colored
Appearance may not mean sweetest nectar
Yet I endeavor
Hoping to suck the best
Glittering shiny petals
Must not be my priority
Because, not all are golden medals
Carefully observing attitudes and dignity
The glamour of the lot
Survives only when the sun gives a smile
Others smell fragrantly at night
Some last just for a while
Tough conditions, few can endure
As I have always learnt
For the ultimate,
Tread on the paths of the experienced
And the dew of success
Shall everlastingly fall on me.
WRITTEN BY: ANGEL DZIDULA-KOMLA
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