To Love a Flower

In a land of flowers,
From mythical towers,
An aura of bliss,
Of euphoria and peace,
An ambience of pure passions,
In silhouette of attractions,
A flora of celestial gatherings,
An ember of Edenic happenings,
A souvenir of paradise,
Its effusions are never lies,    

Every passerby,
They’ll sniff in and never sigh,
Like a bee savoring the scent of pure nectar,
As if the scent-box was that of Alabaster,
When as a chameleon, season changed appearance,
Not fading, not withering as if the flowers were set to trance,
Never for once did the flowers ever change,
Never were they subjected to nature’s range,

Amidst the flowers was a tree,
Singled out as if it was the source of other’s thrill,
A rare gem, a sweet-bitter one,
Despite its demeanor, it was still their ‘sun of fun’,
A poisonous three from its petal to its stem,
As if it was exiled from Eden’s realm,

Hours away from its root,
Away from its stem’s choke,
The rest will die as it remains on its foot,
Neither did its petal shrivel nor it’s stem broke.

A sweet-bitter fervor no mortal should resist,
A daily banquet you can call beauty's feast,
So many sacrificed their lives to get from it,
Giving it to living loved ones then below six feet.


Drowning in the sea of desire,
He beheld from afar in patience's attire,
There he stood studying even in lonely nights,
Haven't felt it, yet was worth thousand sights,

Lifelessly he stood in both rainy and sunny days,
If he made the tree's shade a shelter, won't he be loosing death's lace,

He knew how poisonous,
His love was paradox,
Could the vine of love be destroyed by timely foxes,
Would the story of timeless one-sided love tag beauty for ashes,

At winter, the flowers lock within their sting,
What a proposal, for a tree of flowers to wear a ring,

Now he sat by a cold tree, wanting to chat,
Albeit it was winter in Eden, yet summer in his heart,

It's cold, the trees around whispered it clear for every Tom,
He wasn't immortal, but his love kept him warm,

Days passed, the flowers felt his love,
A tree that was straight now began to curve,

Night passed, the tree knew the truth,
A tree that was only for beauty started baring fruits,


Now they knew the language of love,
Their differences they can now solve,
The eve of their summer, the angels warned them,
How could they have known? For they were lost in love's realm,

Some moments to summer, nature began the transition,
No matter how nature cared, the hands of the clock doesn't only move by batteries,
How the nights fought with the west to hinder the rising of the sun,
Cocks went dump, they were yet lost in their fantasies,

It was morning, only for the Loverboy to wake up and die again,
No matter how he felt the pain,
For love, his death was never meant to be to vain,
If this sacred tree couldn't think or imagine, then it shouldn't go insane,

At some point, everything was silent, yet the moments went on,
Today seems it was going to rain, for their's no rising of the sun,
There he was, laid bare at the feet of the tree that carried the flowers he cherished,
The source through which he had perished,

The flower that was 'beauty' now fades,
The tower that was heighty lose shades,
The flower withered, its petal shrivelled, it's stem broke, it's countenance lowered;
Never to bloom and blossom again,
Never to live a life of vain,

The one that overcame the seasons, the sun, the moon, nature and time to shine;
Little did we know that it's root was love.

Written By:
Nameless Calvary