I
A plant wild and unknown to men,
gave birth to flower-yellow and small
in a nook unseen nor untouched by other green,
yet the pride reverberated in the little hill.
The flower grew into a boastful bloom
huffing at every shortcoming from kitchen
and scowling at the leaves green,
a boring color in contrast to his form.
Yellow beacon sighted one day, a flower
atop this earth,hanging from the blue screen
produced by handowork of an invisible farmer
took care to perfectly sculpt from divine pollen.
"O creatures of green! put me up,
for I wish to converse to a being like me,
up there I see her while night drop,
O! a form chiseled to perfection I love."
Leaves obeyed the wish of their child
rested the son on their shoulder
for him to gaze at his love beloved
and to talk to her all things under.
Flower looked at the sun always
in attempt to catch her attention,
for he never cared for lacking leaves
who cooked food and fed with supplication.
II
Days went by with no result for wooings
and the withering lover bent down with pain.
Lo! all he found down were happy maids
singing in praise of Lord who has magic sown.
"O leaves! why art thy sing in praise
for God who cut my heart asunder
making you carry this burden of forlorn love
while not aiming for anything grander."
III
"O our beloved! we owe the almighty
for he dropped you - an image of perfection,
our amidst and gave us an opportunity
to carry and behold thy pleasing form."
Sun-flower was stuck by the revelation
and gazed his reflection in leaves near.
"Pardon my foolishness, O! workers worn
perfection is in everything both ether and nether."
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