When Flowers Bloomed

When Flowers Bloomed

As dawn's eyes opened, while the presence of night acquiesced

A freshness eagerly reveals an exotic textured dress

Attracted by what was seen in this first light of hope

The hands of time diligently moved, as many awoke 

Days and nights not for shyness, delighted to appear

Constellations asked to be born, entertained, and even anxiously share 

Petals opened, revealed colors for only certain eyes to see

As the air, diffused a scented aroma, it gladly offered willingly

When life was first presented, a treasured gift was poured 

Into all it came, a deluge, that remained in one accord 

In light and rain, colors wrapped in textures appeared everywhere 

Where fields of lush life, a world looked on in wonderment here

In this virginity of youth, we found ourselves tossed by the wind

Not worried by the hands of time, we felt on our skin 

The ambrosial perfume of our innocence would soon be lost 

Never to be reclaimed to a state of being, that showed the cost

In an earth below where valleys grew, and rivers flowed

A multitude was born from inchoate seeds that waited to be sowed

There we were sustained to be our brightest and best

In fields where many deserving lives, found sweet rest

This garment we wore when touched, even willingly embraced

Many wondered with admiration, for all of time and space 

When all was radiant new, there we unfolded into view

See varied colors, torns of strength about us were in you 

Visitors came to greet us at our opening, intent to drink 

In our pollination, we would like to be worshiped, or so we think

Yet, no sooner we faded, like at dawn of another fine day

As our visitors, we sooner wilted, as all that we were, blew away