Bountiful Reward

The scenic space of beauty was Spread in front of my eyes Like artist's colorful painting Pleasant fragrance emanating. Main source of the smell was From roses in full bloom Hovering set of honey bees Buzzing from flower to flower. Sun disappeared at the horizon Darkness arrived in a hurry As I stretched our my hands To touch some tender flowers. I probed with my fingers With eyes closed to improve My other senses in particular The sense of touch and feel. I felt the touch of leaves Probing further I got Pricked by a thorn on the stem A feeling of pain so sweet. I felt good that I was close There's no gain without pain With gentle touch I moved The fingers further up. I touched a bud of sepals Further up a flower of petals Tender were those petals Fragrance delighted my soul. Flowers open the heart To the source of immense joy Thorns are a step toward Reaping a bountiful reward.