On the stem the flower
In full bloom for all smiles
For the viewers in the bower
To fill their ways for miles,
It faces storms and rains
In possible ways of its power
Bearing at its heart all pains
Saying, "The great, I'm Flower."
The story its life is brief
Its service and goal are great
Its love for the race is chief
For due praises at any rate.
The flower glows in its grace
In laying the foundation
For the perpetuation of its race
For the seed preservation.
In the heart at its sweetheart
For a fest for the palatal bliss
Reaches the soil in the art
To germinate well not to miss.
The seed is born as an offspring
From the womb of the mother
After her labor pains bearing
For growth with skill in gather.
When fed with warmth and water
By father sun and mother soil
In exuberance of verdant glitter
In all sportive spirit and toil.
In youthful love, blooms a flower
It is its sole soulful sojourn
It shines in smiles in its power
A wise message in life to churn.
Eternity
10th Year 2021. Vol. 8 No. 2
