The sun casts its rays over pastel petals, 

so beautiful in the light

I gaze, mesmerized 

at the flora that ripples subtly at the slightest breeze

The air fills with sweet nectar and soothes the mind, 

making the world feel right

My fingers drift over buds of silk, velvet, and satin, 

and where I tread over the green earth, 

I can feel her hum of content

A flood of flowers is truly a sight to behold

Bees buzz happily and bumble about in a frenzy, 

their fuzz covered in pollen

Poppies, daisies, clovers, and cosmos— 

where they grow, butterflies flutter in delight

Oh, the awe I feel, 

gazing upon your beautiful blooming buttercups

It is quite easy to pick a flower or two, 

to enjoy the wildflower view

Oh, what a time to be alive, 

to see the blossoms thrive

And to surround myself in flowers 

young and new

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There once was a self-centered fool

Who treated his lovers as tools

He then caught the eye

Of an echo who cried

But instead fell in love with a pool

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Once there lived a lilac maiden

so pure and strong of heart

but too soon was she laden

by great loss that would tear her apart

Upon her eighteenth snowfall,

a knight named Quinn galloped by

who took ahold of her heart and soul

although she could not quite place why

The two of them were the grandest of friends

and soon became so much more

seeing eye-to-eye, through one, single lens

until one night, came a knocking at the door

“Who goes there?” demanded the valiant knight

yet the knight saw no one, not a soul in sight

“Fret not, protector, for your time has yet to come,

I seek not your life ‘til death beats its drum.”

Wary and fearful, Quinn closed the door

and at once the flower appeared to see

but only to be met by a thunderous downpour

and the swaying and swooshing of trees

The lovers love bloomed harmoniously 

in their cottage nearby the blue bay

they would dance, laugh, and sing jovially

until the lilac’s beloved was sent away 

“I will return, my love, so do not worry,”

the chevalier comforted her so,

but as the knight left in a great hurry,

a bird with feathers of night let out a crow

The moon rose to its greatest heights and fell 

as midnight became day

she waited by the seaside, dreading the ring of a knell

but merely heard the songs of blue jays

At last a messenger came bearing news

and her heart became blackened with sorrow

for her future was shattered, with nothing to view

No morning, no evening, no tomorrow

Heartbroken and lost, hopeless and forlorn

she placed an iris in place to mourn

She too passed away, with not much more to be said

And was reunited with her beloved as a goddess, the guidance for the dead