Camellias

Down the busy streets,
She walks freely through the crowd,
Camellias on her hair,
A strange scent for a new day.

The blue sky above,
Crack of dawn revealed,
The camellias shine in shell-pink,
Focused on the heels.

Her hair flies with the wind,
The camellias detach,
Floats away in the air,
Going to paradise.

The unique scent,
Carried to the world,
The camellias flutter,
Into realities unknown.

The planet continues to spin,
And time goes by,
Sense the camellias,
Travelling to shallow turquoise.

Like the camellias,
Beneath the peaceful galaxy…