Cultivated, trimmed, nourished
I vainglorious, flaunting my divine fragrance,
I have heard from my brothers their experience,

We, the medium for humans to interact with their creator,
Ornate their homes whenever something auspicious occurs,
Their token of love for each other,

No wonder they call us king of flowers,
Regal is definitely my aura,
Thanks to my ancestors,

I felt pity for other members of my brethren,
One day a strange phenomena happened,
When a stranger came to our garden,

It was some wildflower from unknown descent,
Gave me strange looks when our eyes met,
I...