Pretty bloom of a pretty kind;
Bringing joy to soul and mind
Of those who chance to sight
Its petals unfoldin’ in the light.
Pretty bloom of the most fairest kind;
Admired even by the deaf and the blind
For its fragrance intoxicating and sweet.
It exudes romance when lovers meet.
Pretty bloom of a lovely kind,
In you, love and beauty I find.
You never fail to do your part;
Heaven smiles for your heart.
Pretty bloom of the most beautiful kind;
Story of your old petals you won’t rewind.
Ever busy in stacking up the young ones,
That’d unfold w’en the withered are gone.
Fair bloom of a transplant kind.
The Gardener saw it und’r grind,
Unable to prosper amid its own,
Its leaves were becomin’ brown.
So it was transplanted in a special place;
And nurtured to health and life by His grace
In nutrient rich soil of the Garden of Love,
Where flowers bloom as in heaven above.
A Anato Swu
