Secured in the heart of Mother Nature, she gives no thought to Past or Future, to bloom pretty in the Present her goal, the garden her stage to enact her role.
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Weaving poetries with her fragrance.
To any passersby an ecstatic trance
Induced by her bloom, so enchanting.
Like a magical mystery so captivating.
Proudly she blooms away sans care;
Dancing free with the wind sans fear.
Dare ye question her beauty sublime,
As her petals unfold in season prime.
She grows well where she is planted
She knows well why she was created
Scripting blooming poems and prose,
Hers' a life that fulfills God's Purpose.
Secured in the heart of Mother Nature
She gives no thought to Past or Future.
To bloom pretty in the Present her goal
The garden her stage to enact her role.
Blissful ignorance about her tomorrows,
An epitome of a creation sans sorrows,
Reflecting heaven's glory to one and all,
Hers' a life purposed to please the soul.
A. Anato Swu
Satakha Town