Most flowers wait
Only for the melodic call of the sun
To unveil their gem-like blossoms.
Truly they are gorgeous
As they throw their iridescent hues
To the sparkling aqua sky,
But often those sweetest of color hymns
Are lost amongst the crying winds of day
While soft Nymphaea dearest
Waits, reserved in patient solitude,
For the seductive whisper of moonlight
To show the world
The brilliance of her Flare.
Only for the melodic call of the sun
To unveil their gem-like blossoms.
Truly they are gorgeous
As they throw their iridescent hues
To the sparkling aqua sky,
But often those sweetest of color hymns
Are lost amongst the crying winds of day
While soft Nymphaea dearest
Waits, reserved in patient solitude,
For the seductive whisper of moonlight
To show the world
The brilliance of her Flare.
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