FLOWERY QUEEN : POEM BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

FLOWERY QUEEN
The Flowery Queen, no crown of gold she wears,
But blossoms bright, beyond compare.
Her throne's a glade, where sunlight streams,
And whispers soft, of peaceful dreams.
No velvet robes, but petals spun,
In hues of dawn, and setting sun.
Her scepter's held, a fragile stem,
Adorned with dew, a diadem.
For outward grace, a fleeting thing,
Compared to joy, the heart can bring.
Her beauty lies, not skin deep down,
But in a love, that knows no frown.
A gentle spirit, calm and still,
Her presence does, the senses fill.
With quiet strength, and tender care,
A love that blooms, beyond compare.
The buzzing bee, the butterfly,
They gather 'round, beneath her sky.
For in her heart, a garden grows,
Where peace and love, serenely flows.
No words she speaks, but understanding eyes,
Reflecting truths, that never dies.
A silent grace, a gentle art,
The flowery queen, with loving heart.
So let us learn, from her sweet grace,
That true beauty, finds its place,
Not in adornments, rich and grand,
But in the love, held in her hand.
For inner peace, a precious gem,
Outshines all else, a diadem.
And love's soft bloom, a fragrant art,
The flowery queen, within each heart.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI