Petals

It's bundled up tightly, hidden from the world

The white cold hides it true colours, it's core. 

The petals, they hide each other, protecting each other,

Protecting their centre, hiding from the world.

Sweet nectar, never meant to be tasted, but so sweet,

Who can resist? And as the sun comes up,

Soft petals unfold, one by one, glacially. 

The gamut of colours revealed, bright, red veins

And sun-kissed pollen, swaying in the wind. 

Smooth petals, enveloping each other, now unsealed

Draw in innocent passers by, the pollen,

Mischievously holds on, the nectar - a sweet poison,
And petals, the eyes are enticed again,
By the promise of a mystery to be revealed,
But only with the patience of the sand trickling away in the hour glass.

The sun comes up, and the sun goes down,
The stars they have a twinkle in their eyes, smiling
As the dew drops kiss the silken petals, falling like tears of joy.
A drop remains, and the dawn, jealous of it, tries to sear it,
The wind too, shows its might, but all fail - the dew melts away slowly.
Come another dusk, another night, dew drops falling not tonight,
A vision in white, plucking the petals in the silver moonlight - right?