Flowers and Maiden of The Morning

Dawn is near..
The night's corner is waving..
Just like a Witch-hazel..
Everything, gradually, changes..

A soft, calming hum, heard across the streets..
A maiden's hum who welcomes the sun..
Dews fall in every step she takes..
The lady of the dawn, Aurora.

She dances, with grace and elegance..
Captivating, a feast for the eyes..
Spreading Magnolia to everyone she meets..
Though only those who aware, may receive a Viscaria..

As the nature's keeper rises..
She slowly fades, replaced by Lady of Prima..
Who brings Iris on her hand..
And then plant it on the Earth..

Shall the Iris fall, A Celandine shall rise.
Shall the Celandine fall, The Bell of Ireland shall hold.

It repeats..
It repeats just like A life of a Peach blossom..
To keep the earth..
As pure as a Lotus.