WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

EMERGENT GRACE
Upon the stem, a promise held,
In emerald cloak, a story spelled.
A bud unfurls, a blushing sphere,
A hint of color, drawing near.

Its form, a sculptor's gentle touch,
Awaiting sunlight, to love so much.
Awaiting rain, to quench its thirst,
For life's grand show, to come at first.

Within its heart, a palette waits,
Of vibrant hues, and sweet estates.
A promise whispered, soft and low,
Of fragrant bloom, in vibrant glow. 
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI