Beauty is not the colours
Upon a flower
Beauty is not the flowers scent
In a midday breeze.
Beauty is the life of a single flower,
The power that, that single flower can inspire.
The power that the flower can awaken, Fragile in its perfect state.
The flower is like any other flower,
At first sight
If you take the time to appreciate the flower
You will see the difference of the flower.
In a seed
As a bud
The flower in every shape or
Beauty in its depth
Unable to save itself it smiles towards the sun,
Petals all a strewn,
Grace, power and beauty
Ready to bloom