The Champaca - Poem by Cynthia BuhainBaello
Its gives both the fairness and charm that it imparts
Fragile yet so sure of its life reasons.
To bring forth some joy in restless human hearts
The champaca glows in innocent abandon
The flower blooms like warm sunshine unfolding,
In golden yellow satin petals laid,
With a sweet scent that is so mesmerizing
For the God Who made it, its praises were paid!
Cynthia Buhain-Baello ~~~01.29.16
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