Lead poem from my poetry book "A Lilac Not Painted"

A Lilac Not Painted

Perched high above
a mountain boulder
a swelted
unpainted
lilac
lies
entrenched
indifferent.
Her
permeated
azured colored
petals
swirl,
gyrate,
eternally flowing,
towards a kaledioscope
of nature's best
untold.
Tilted
inconspicuously
to the naked eye
its sinuous roots
extract
liquid life
from its dark womb
of conception.
Silently,
from its telluric abyss
of pods, seeds, and twines
a lament cries out.
"Hear me!
See me!"
Her wimpled voice languors,
Yet, we hear her not
nor, we see her not
so she will go
unpainted,
unnoticed,
until we are not!.