In violets we've built our beds
And in roses we've placed our hearts
my solemn cries cry out to our intertwined vines
And you answer in tiny shrubs
You're a mystical creation of lilies and daisies and crimson poppies
We're an exceptional batch of strawberries that lick each others chives
We remain safe in our rosemary haze
Scented in the divine witching of natures spells
An infinite flutter of yellow blinding states
We were carved by human nature
The fates of mother's creations.

© Judith Mallya