The Flower

 It’s the first flower of the spring, mild and shy

But what lies within, that its bosom hides

It is fire I think, or a hurricane may be

For the petals and tense and burning bright

As the wind caresses it and passes by

It gently nods and gives a blushing smile

The wind has whispered in its ear may be

That you are the loveliest wonder around my child

As the shadows shorten and the sun goes down

There come gusts of wind that can’t resist the sight

They flirt with the petals and harass the stem

By they are wanton by nature so they just go by

But the flower is brave,  doesn’t lose its smile

It knows how to take it all in stride

For what is precious to it is what lies within

Where it will permit only that which is wonderful and nice

And the wait isn’t too long for what comes passing by

Is a grand and gorgeous butterfly

Its greets the flower and gets greeted in return

And gets the permission to reach the fire within

What happened next well everyone could see

The butterfly and the flower both went tipsy

Till the spring lasted they were seen sticking around

And when the spring went it took everything along