Flowers

Flowers

by mazHur

A lover of flowers I am,

And who isn\'t ?

Only hearts made of grit are unable to perceive

the exuberant charm and beauty of blooming floral buds

changing into whorls,spires, hurls and curls

of unmatched petaled architecture

superimposed with lovely rainbow colors

bursting and spouting with celestial redolence

So soothing to the senses, bringing bliss to the heart;

these rosaries of nature, these flowers, swinging on the bough,

Ah,these wide spread ubiquitous botanical bits of immense corrollate grandeur;

Harbingers of joyous Spring,

blooming in conclaves of season of love

overflowing with heavenly beauty, pride and joy,

oblivious of their imminent fate,

that rests with the moth sucking nectar out of their innocent virginity and make them bloom

into clouded face of fruitful forms,

then make them wither and drop to earth

by the cruel hands of first autumnal wind.

These emblems of sparkling elegance;

Prophetic signs of Nature\'s blessings,

Botanical cherubs of God,bloom and smile in beauty

but once,

like the purity of a budding virgin

destined to rupture at the first stroke of antheral love

by the young prince of spring

to their hearts\' delight!