Petals falling, being lifted away

Leaves follow the petals, drift down to the ground

The wind blows swiftly, blows round the decay

Colors mixing, hair flying, eyes round

She looks, ever so close, gaze sweeping the yard

Finally spotting what she was looking for

The scene looked as though it were on a card

It shimmers, beautiful, never seeming poor

It was a plant, a wonderful flower

She had never seen one like it before

The way the light hit it, it glows with power

She walks towards it, making a detour

Green leaves, fair blooms, the plant sits on its throne

There waiting for a garden to be grown