The Flower

Far across a distance,
And old deserted well.

Took a peak and found,
A thing that was far from well.

South of the well an extravagant beauty,
A fine mountain,
If seen the other way round.

The past was full of beauty,
The present is full of it too.

If you had a tail,
That would have been you.

Year of wonders,
And it was part of it,
It touched that pole,
And changed it to...

Six petals of exquisiteness,
That would soon be true.

Pure as white,
Innocent and bright,
It filled Venus with a plethora of spite.

Remember this day,
For that I say,
For the flower that made the sun rise,
Bloomed two months before,
The month of May.




Copyright © 2007.
Written by Emmanuel Joseph Victor (2007).
All Rights Reserved.