Golden Foreign Spirits Poem by Disara DM

Golden drops of foreign spirits
landed upon the soft petals
awakening the bud that was fast asleep
at the most unexpected moment

The bud sure had yet to grow
both inside and out
but the smooth and lingering wind
wouldn't stop making it sway unstable

The stem finds strength
to stay upright — tall and powerful
But the golden spirits swirl
harshening the wind — stronger and deeper

Bloomed too early, too fast
absorbing golden foreign spirits
this bud keeps swaying
shining the brightest in the field

With abysses left within
yet to be lit up
with golden foreign spirits
and who knows what

by Disara