The Gardenia

Her beauty was in budded form

Unawakened as yet by nature’s time,

Holding on to its leaves throughout the hours

As a cloud builds and deepens before a storm.

With gentle persuasion, her path was watered

With love and caring every day.

The nutrients flowed to her precious form,

And prepared for its birthing as nature’s way.

On a Friday morning, the dawn saw her birth,

And human eyes then realized her beauty

For captured within her fragrant form,

Was the love that had flowed on her watered earth.

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