A Flower Forever

There it is-
a sweet, dainty figure
swaying in the wind
like a swan,
unleashing its soft, feathery petals
into burst of blooms
Tranquil as the dawn
making way for the resplendent sun.

Morning mists
adorn its face.
Dazzling gems of red, orange, yellow and green.
Behold-its beauty
there's warmth and harmony.

Plucked by human hands,
tucked in special places.
Ah, daffodil, chamomile . . . whatever.
It remains a flower forever.

By: Elena Ma. M. Parcon copyright 2004

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