When flowers are young

Nectar pure and rich with light of moon and stars and sun

Percolates in brilliant colored translucent cups

Blossoms stretch forth awaking

Push themselves up up up into the sky

Surging with life juices

Blessing life with form so divine

That only the glorious

Intellect of eternity could design

How fortunate we are!

In this shrouded world of quilt

There are still some flowers left to see

To bless the air we breath with scent of sandalwood and rose

To stand amidst the waters of eternity's accumulated dew

Stretched forth into the sky

Upon the breath of God with trembling limbs to dance

Manifesting so graciously

Her magnificence