He has vibrant orange petals.

I would fight

anyone who refers to them as dull.  



His orange petals

Are the color of my curiosity

When I wonder what worlds he beholds.



The worlds I’ll never know.



His sturdy green neck

extends to kiss the sky

or to just watch the clouds go by.    



Without him, my heart would have no summer time.



I run to him.  

my lily white fingers caress his delicate petals,  

I admire his natural beauty.



I see his petals begin to unfold

He blooms at the sight of me.

His petals curl back,

creating a boasting stance



His tepals look me straight in the eye

I don’t blink, I can see right through his outside

I can peer into his soul,

I smile, I laugh


Knowing nothing in this world is under our control.



But

When we are near each other

The harsh, sudden summer rains

do not rip through his soft petals



I don't care how wet my hair gets

after the storm

I find myself dancing along with

His wind swayed groove

during torrential down pours



My smile grows

and grows

and grows

Because of him



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