Long, thick stems grow
With help of sweet sunlight
As the flowers whisper fantly
Blowing like a featherless kite
Strong but timid scents come
From the bushes that blossom
Although we can not see the
Flowers whom we hear are so awsome
I saw many pictures of the folded,
Colorful, glass-like flowers
And it made me feel as if I was in
A cool, but refreshing shower
The colors are brighter
Yet softer than a rainbow
Just as kids who are “All play and no show.”
I try to imagine, and take in
The beauty of it all
As I have not viewed with my own eyes
For these flowers do not bloom in the fall
–Yet are in us all.

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