Just opened for the morning light
White petals blushed with pink
It's transcendental beauty
Invited my eyes for a drink
No bees yet stirred, intoxicated
By it's fragrance rare
I took my fill of the oblation
Drifting in the morning air
It's petals framed in emerald green
I lingered there for a while
It's beauty now in my soul
I walked on with a smile.
thought:Natural beauty is ephemeral
Transcendental beauty is eternal.
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