Poetry

Flower of heaven

Somewhere in the far east,
In the hidden part of its forest!
There is a flower waiting to be noticed,
Its beauty is different among its species;

For it has a wonderful series.
Its petal spreads like a wing of an angel!
Shining with glamour.
Dancing so graceful.

Each month it changes its color,
It has all the series of the rainbow!
But when blue moon cames,
The flower will bloom!

All of the colors will show.
That makes it more adorable!
Every animal who passes through near it,
Can't help but look to this view of aesthetics.

No one can pick its beauty!
Because it's hanging fearlessly.
The birds sing when it leaves rings.
The waters beneath are cheering,

When the petals are falling.
No one can venture to take this treasure,
Cause its protect by nature.
The flower is surrounded with hopes and dreams,

So I call this flower of heaven.

—Jhems-lo