Oh, flower, open wide your fragrant maze,
Curl back your petals, and greet the sun,
Look up and drink in its glorious rays,
Which will enhance your beauty, just begun.
Oh, flower, with colours of pure rich fire,
You will always radiate a warmth in me,
And your artistry ignites such desire,
That with truth you could be no parody.
Oh, flower, when raindrops touch your face,
And wild winds dictate your waving head,
Your stance will always sustain your grace,
And resplendence be found in your blossoms spread.
© Ernestine Northover