The Morning Glory stands alone,

closed off from the rest. 

Tainted by pollution that surrounds. 

Petals folded up, 

protecting its sweet nectar from killer bees, 

Shielding its core from the harsh, heavy rain 

Not willing to share what is most valuable inside, 

Enclosed by darkness, unaware of the potential it serves. 

Faint light rises above,

casting heat over the soft, shy bud 

Vibrant rays deliver warmth to the Floral 

soaking up its kindness. 

After this intimate process, only then it is able to bloom.

A bond inevitable, revealing its sweet, precious, nectar 

Unfolding true beauty to the world.