When a flower evolves,
It becomes glorious and beautiful.
Unfolding the petals to show how its bloom,
Even in the rainy days and snowfalls.
It shows the golden hours of elegance and grace.
To the people who’ve been cruel to them and the realm,
They display all the good deeds that earth holds within.
Covering the throne you feel can damage your human hands,
You are soul ogre their thrones are softer than you.
Clasp them and they’ll lose their colour,
Barely to bestow it to your lover.
Your hands are tainted so is your soul,
Blossoms aren’t in your garden,
they are commitments that you hold.