One.
I am a little petal of hue and smell
I am gorgeous you can tell
Tremble do I with a heart so blithe
And dance so good with a shank so lithe
Two.
I woke up in the sun so bright
At the smell of rays o’ light
Could my stalk not hold me down
I spurt to wear my rightful crown
Three.
We love the buzz of mystic bee
An ascetic lost in playful glee
Lo, how he loses his heart in us
Try that you too hey gloomy gus!
Four.
Blossom I am in the hey days
Big and bountiful spread as blaze
My glamour lights up the environs dull
A band of mirth breaks laze and lull
Five
I have admissions but a few
I can take a sun or gale anew
From the rough touch I can trot
I can face honey hunters a lot
(But) I do bend by the weight of dew
I do shake near the time of adieu
Bye!
A beautiful poem...I could almost see the flower before my eyes in all the stages you mentioned. Also it reminded be of our life cycle... from birth to youth to adulthood, old age and death. Very interesting.
the beauty of the flower, its strength in the ground rising to the sun, in leaps and bounds. gr8t write
Wonderful poem You seem to know how to capture the very thought of something so striking, gental, and beautiful. and yet it still can be destroyed. It kinds of reminds me of humans, of our existance. Brilliant
wow! what a praxis of life you interwoven....the stream of thought....guide every feeling of realization capture my distress....a beautiful poem of life a 10 +++
very beautifully written poem.i am feeling garden and morning bliss around me
Very good! ! ! ! The rhyme scheme was good aswell. It was beautifully worded.
Petals of any flower in a garden is soft to the touch and look lovely when exposed to the gentle morning sun rays displaying their loveliness to honey hunters. I love the rhyming and were carefully chosen. Thumbs up.
This poem is a rose among the thorns. I love your style 10+++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The life cycle of the flower beautifully depicted by you, 10 Lynda xx