Fervent Flowers; flourishing,
Dynasty of Petals; the crown seated a top an empire of ether.
Explosion of Pollen; exposing scent, bees are attent.
Storm of Stems; thunder of thirst swells growth.
Orchestra of Leaves; organic sound, shading the ground.
Bombardment of Buds; bustling, struggling for power.
Collaboration of Color; kingdoms unite, calling all eyes.
Water is their Inspiration, it forgives and soothes from the core outward.
Sun is their Salvation, it compels them toward enlightenment.
Wind is their Whisper, it calls to your nose and brushes past your ear.
You are not their owner.
You are a mere onlooker privileged by the magnificence of seemingly simple life.