Glory in a Flower
Petal’s hue, a silent story,Brief, yet deep as any lore.Glimmering morning’s dewy glory,Life’s essence it does store.A blossom’s breath, so gently fleeting,In shades of joy and sorrow meeting.A cycle, spun from earth’s own core,In every bloom, the world’s amore.Each leaf and stem, a fortress bearing,Against the wind’s relentless tearing.In sun and shadow, it does soar,A…