When two come together they plant
their own seed.
Blissfully growing until disturbed by storm;
The sky is not longed for until the clouds come
But the sapling grows in rain and shine
and rejoices in the sun's kisses after the storm.
Though wind can uproot the plant,
The sapling drives its roots downward
to unknown security
and begins to bud,
But it won't blossom until it is
the right time
And only the bud knows when it is time.

The sapling hugs its bud through the storms,
Dances under the blue skies,
and then
one day,
The bud blossoms,
And the plant smiles
And the couple shines as this flower for all to see.
The glittering vanities of man can not
Taint this shine
And it stares in awe at this rare beauty,
Given to man but not made by man,
The petals of gold.