WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES....

Upon the bough, so gracefully they lean,
Two tender buds, in robes of nascent green.
Like whispered promises, held close and tight,
They dream of sun, and gentle morning light.
Each one a secret, waiting to reveal,
The fragile glory that its heart conceals.
Elegant projections, reaching for the sky,
Where future blossoms, softly, soon will lie.
A silent ballet, as the warmth descends,
Two opening petals, where beauty transcends.
A delicate unfolding, pure and bright,
Embracing fully, life's sweet, vibrant light.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI