It has tender petals,
never has been dry,
always fresh as a daisy.
It blooms with light,
and wants to bring light.
The golden days were its favorite,
where the flower would stretch its petals,
welcoming the wind and the rain,
even when they were not gentle on it.
It absorbs them gracefully,
and returns them as a meadow’s essense.
Till the sun stopped glowing on the petals.
It shined a glint of ...
