The Delicate Flower

A world of aesthetics lives in the green,
Beauty is the form it soon will assume,
Hidden away where it will not be seen,
Until spring gives birth to the flower bloom.

Nourished by the vibrant rays of the sun,
And cold rain showers to keep it alive,
All of earth's purest essences in one,
Polymerized for tranquility to strive.

The petals lay before curious eyes,
Telling stories of what nature may hold,
From the time it blooms to the time it dies,
From the most hot to the brutalest cold.

So graceful yet possesses much power,
The beauty of the delicate flower.