Sole Witness

A week back, in my garden bloomed, a tiny flower Neither colorful nor flashy to grab anyone's attention The next day one more bud opened of a pale golden hue Making it more visible, adding an iota to its attraction Each day to the delicate stalk was added more Until finally it grew into a large globular cluster I now stand nonplussed before its splendor So lovely, it can steal any one's glance by its luster When the wind ruffles the leaves of trees The mother plant in luxuriant foliage stands proud Bobbing her golden crown in gentle breeze Safely screened from the gaze of passing crowd A dandy butterfly has come flitting down To kiss those regal beauties like a besotted lover Embarrassed by such a public show of love The bashful maidens bend their heads so demure I am the sole witness to this passionate romance To the love struck dandy's out right advance!