The Rare Flower

 In the ancientness of my lost memories,
I shall adorn my spirit, my soul rests not,
My soul dies not and on the invisible wings,
I shall thrive, I shall thrive well, I shall bloom
With the likeness of that rarest of the flowers,
That hid herself in the baby leaves and let the springs pass on,
When the springs are all spent and the garden loses the hope of new bloom,
The rare flower shows her first soft petal,
"now shall I live and give thee life too" -
She says and offers her first drop of fragrance to the barren garden🌹

 - Ally J.K