The Sun and the Flower

Poonam Desai posted under Poetry



The flower bud felt the sun's warm embrace It bloomed and held up it's beautiful face At the bright rays of hope and care The flower could not help but stare The flower was in love with the sun Its colour deepened and the fragrance spread, The bees and butterflies to it were lead, The flower adorned with the beauty new, Into a handsome prince it shaped and grew, The sun marvelled at its creation. Little did they know that the cruel world would, Oppose their intimate and loving prelude, That a life of love and joy celebrate, would be destroyed and doomed by worldly hate, The sun and flower would live alone.   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!