Aura around new flowers
Ferns and other things green
A mere glimpse of these
Most fulfillingAcross the window
Mind creates a wide world
Welcomes the beautiful
Everything needs a new look
Stains left by passing timeIdentified, washed clean
Weeds uprooted; scars retained
Droplets of rain try to soothe
Dull! not needed!
Unenthusiastic look of it
Sun chooses some to dry
No turning back
Never nudged by the horizons
To stand up strong
Never met by the moon
Who pretends to sleep
Stars hid among clouds
Battle within goes on
Nothing equates each trial
To any other tribulation
Much remains unknown
About the flowers now wilted
Each story unique
For unique reasons.