At the splendour of springtimes dawn,
like watching fragile meadow grass shift
his fingers stroked her sun-kissed skin.
Admiring the luxury of layers & subtlety in shading,
she was the rarity of an unearthed gem.
So scarce a find amongst a thorned forest
beyond the broken bridges above the trolls.
Where once a stutter in her speech he’d never silence
but stimulated her unscripted symphony to soar.
He watched his beautiful tousled little wildflower
who was once was adrift in life’s storm
Now his hands cradled the vase as her blossoming platform.