Narcissus

Born with the bloom of Narcissus,
A winter storm not yet gone.
The cries of first life came,
With a blue eyed creation.

Sun rays cast from above,
Throw crystallized turquoise diamonds
against the respected forest walls.
There lay the white Holly’s.

The curiosity knows no bounds
when sight has landed on the only one.
Modest fingers creep out to touch,
A single petal upon a stem.