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.

 

(100 words)