Among the rocks and thorns, you grew
Blue little petals all dipped with dew
Bathed under sunshine of a new day
Sparkled among bushes and grass
pure gems of sweet nature to stare
An alluring aroma floated softly
Invited butterflies to flutter by
Attracted bees to dance merrily
humming their precious melody,
To find sweetest nectar out of beauty
A lustful admiration of purity
That kept alive the colony
O, sweet beauty in blue
Along the path into the wood, you mature
Among rocks and thorns of a shady path
scattered and dispersed like ornament
Such precious gifts of mature nature
Blooming so fair and bright
Stood so proud in grace
Casted a spell of magic in eerie silent
The birds sang their sweetest song,
Trying to rival your exquisiteness
Yet vain was the outcome
Until they perched on nearby tree
Eyes staring at the fairest beauty
Marveling upon such sight
O, sweet beauty in blue
An ease for weary travelers
A cure for the troubled minds
A reflection of divine grace
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