Blooming explosions of petal on green
Twirling upward to the sky

Creating color on the scene
and then withering inward to die.

after birth drips dew on the grass
as the moon spins in her cycle

Telling the moment its passed
No struggle in her being, as there is no rival.

Drying of wet as the sun blows its rays
Evaporation transfigures molecular collections

Its continued for many days
this innovation of God's erections.