Sunless Flowers Never Open

How doggedly the pursuit
For ill-begotten success
Trappings concealed
Amidst tensile voids of darkness
While beneath the facade
Existence reflects
Life's sun
moon
tides
And wind

How wise
How longsuffering
These roots that nourish

 Time seeds in all sizes
Color
Strength
Courage
Wonder lust
Yet few grow to full bloom

Perhaps

Few plantings find solace in the wait
This patient evolution of consciousness
Save the flower
Whose mysterious
Enigmatic fragrance of simplicity
Requires little to nurture
Its essence

From sprout of survival
To bloom of vivacity
This willingness to risk
Tenuous mission of trust
For yield of bouquets
Begets colored voices of harmony
Reaching skyward
With velvet touch
Becoming unsung voices of feeling
For that is what transcendence does

Still

 Some proclaim dominance
Over such fragile children of nature
Stuffing them in reservoirs of water
Ignoring their tenuous innocence
Yet quick to moan when they wilt
Obviating guiles of fault
A duplicitous romance with life
The consummate shattering of fragrance

So goes the nurturing of many relationships
Seeding
Maintaining
Enjoying a sensorial feast like no other
Until...

Solipsism knows not its
Egregious error
Remaining without light
Destined to but emulate
Sunless flowers
That never open