Blooming Beauty

A flower’s fragrance
Lifts up into the air
And settles very soft
Upon her emerald hair.

Happy within its warmth
She sits outside of time,
To think of nothing more
Than simple thoughts sublime.

Those thoughts then entice
To bring unknown reality
From incandescent form
Into current harmony.

And as a flower’s life
That ideal can then grow
To become everything
Withheld by only you.