Glory in the Flower
In every petal, a universe unfolds,A silent story,Bold,Not in words, but colors told.There, glory rests,Not in the grandest,But in the quiet nestOf nature’s smallest quest.A bloom, a fleeting hour,Yet, in its briefness, power.A whisper of life’s tower,Rooted deep, not sour.A reflection in the mirror of time,Of all that’s pure,Sublime.A silent rhymeOf life’s climb. Meaning “Glory…