The soil is the womb
For this tiny, little bloom
The sky is the roof
And her elegance is the proof
Of the grace,of the earth
During her blissful birth
The garden trees serve to be her bower
As she grows into a beautiful flower
With the sky pouring the sprinkles at her roots
She spreads peace and happiness
And my heart dances in her aura with madness
But as my sight gets intense
Her petals whisper into my ears:
"I bloom in the blink of your eye
My softness is not a reason to cry
The scorching sun cannot compel me to surrender
The drizzles can turn into a thunder
Yet I stood straight with wonder
Cause my long for the springs can never be a blunder"