A thing of beauty, a miraculous sight, wasn't there, last daylight
Sprouted, from good earth, nestled, in a sea of green, wispy tendrils, sparkling with, morning dew, branch to, variegated wonders, tilted toward, sunlight
Crowned by a sight, known to all, appreciated by few, colors radiant, indescribable, combinations, of every rainbow hue, penetrate deeply, into fine, stem goblets
A velvet cocoon, omitting, fragrance, a sensory delight, protecting treasure, open only, when time, is ripe ejecting golden pods, into the wind, a guarantee, this, short lived beauty, will appear again
Here only today, gone tonight, will arise again, before next light
Mac August 2004
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