A bunch of flowers
To draw them or not? They are
delicate
Mellowing texture, varying tints
and tones
Need a ballerina in fingers.
To float where the flower is quiet
To arrive where the flower is loud
To merge hues where the stem
nourishes
A bunch of flowers hold so much,
A plant’s dreams of tomorrow
Art of subtlety, of standing united,
Petal by petal on to the stem
Of fragrance, of finding light
Remembering Sun, water,
The composition within, a higher
art
The prudence of being a part, to
wither away
Gracefully when the five elements
identifies within.
Such greatness, modesty, how will
one
Portray them simply as a sketch?
The languor that sets in as
The benevolence of a bunch of
flowers
Juxtaposes your frivolousness
Yet the colour pencils move slowly
To learn to be mindful of flowers.
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