The Undertones of You

You are a flower amidst the garden of Eden,
And I know no God but the soil that uproots you.
And I choose you over and over, as nothing allures me more,
Than the very breath of your existence, nectar of every hue

Your petals tinted with forgiveness, to the arms that never watered,
Your dewdrops unshed tears your xylem could no longer harbor
And your existence is grace, your existence is grace
Because as the world grows cruel and colder, you refuse to grow harder

The biting cold of the winter is but a testament to your faith
As you house beetles and ladybugs alike in the blanket of your leaves
Your violet petals droop but never wilt, protecting what was never yours
You hibernate wrapped in the warm blanket of spring, bringing you ease

You bloom orange, as I close my eyes to see
The honey-dipped sky we were once witness to
You bloom yellow as the moon kissing the sun, absorbing its love
You bloom blue as your birthday sweater that’d wrap around me like the midnight sky
You bloom so purely of white that you almost look silver, my love

And as you dance to the midnight rain, quenching your thirst
I pray that you last forever, and if the soil feels ungodly to my wish
I’d carry you to the clearest stream, and the mountains to drink from
I’d plant your seeds under a moringa tree, and wait for you to flourish

Let every white flower of moringa drop and become elixir to your eternal silver,
And you'd bloom so bright, eyes alone can't bear witness to your delicacy
I join my hands to rejoice that i've found you once again,
My flower, I'd pick you each time, but never pluck you out of sanctity
Because that is what you do when you love a flower.