Given such luster,
From the very edge
To the inner core,

Bright zealous zest
To subtle softness,
Dichotomy pure.

Such floral
Beauties, accepted
In awe.

Why then
Do I, fight
My diversities galore?

Maker the same
From me to
My eden of flora.

Then let me too
Accept

My changing form
And turbulent times,
Staying true

As the flower to its
Fragrance, and I
To my inner Divine.