Calm, Flower; I will not pick you.
Gorgeous, scented & crowned in dew.
There in blushes & palest pinks.
Of sun & raindrops, each one drinks.
Faded yellows & neon greens.
Twixt light, & shaded earth, bud leans.
Not one is shallow nor high-brow.
This cool beauty nature allows.
I look with love & nothing more…
On flawless, living, forest floor.

