Bloom

Bloom

The enternal bloom,
For that is the term.
A midnight moonflower spreads her chain of petals,
Basking in the moonlight,
Framed with dew that
Resembled Topaz and Emerald.

Her beautiful petals.
But behind admiration stands fragility.
A chubby cloud's texture,
Forever captivated by
The potential charm emitted.

What a shy bud once she was,
But then she matured,
Splitting the pod and expanding uniformly,
Free from captivation
Brave, majestic
A lone trumpet composing a theme,

Nothing could replace such sight,
A birth of new life,
With a spirit to satisfy
Desires of a glorious potrait.

By 7 spades