A Tree Of Flowers

Pretty was the first tremor of romance In the wild wind my drunken dance, Dreaming with stars in the maiden moonlight, Attracting the lovers in the sexy sunlight, Delicacy and color and aroma of my petals, No fire no heat yet I melted the metals, I melted my lovers, the naughty thieves, Though lost myself, no regrets no grieves, Lost color and aroma and my soft delicacy, Did it in your garden with no privacy, I'm a beautiful agent of immortal love, A teacher for man and lion and dove, Beauty is in you that a flower unlocks, To see your shocks and the aftershocks, For the beloved are clouds and showers, And a lovely revival for the lovely flowers, Nature knows well what are my needs? See kissing of soil by embryos of seeds, I rose again from the bosom of earth, Now a tree of flowers, my beauty my worth!