The Beauty Of Flowering Poem by Emeka GOC

The Beauty of Flowering


In the hush before morning colours,
The world waited the cradle of green longing for a spark.
Then cock crows and petals broke the silence of soft as dawn,
Bold as creation learning its own name.


This was before the ancient, patient, unchanging bloom,
The world was a kingdom of cones and spines,
Roots whispered upward, light answered,
And the earth became a tapestry of wanting.


But deep in the shadows, a new idea stirred
A seed dreaming of colours.
Insects found their purpose, winds carried new stories,
And time itself bent toward beauty.


It rose, and with it came fragrance, fruit,
And the wild partnership of pollinators.
The Forests shifted, climates softened,
And life rewrote its own script in petals.


We thought the world was finished
until the flowers arrived quiet revolutions
In varied beauty; red, gold, and impossible blue.
So began the flowering not an age,
But a promise, that life would always find a way to bloom.


They taught us that change doesn't shout;
It opens ways, the moment the planet chose to become beautiful.
Ala, the earth, is the endowment of life and beauty
This was my beauty, observe a flowering beauty