the breeze,the bloom,the star

Beneath the velvet sky the willow bends, but does not weep however, it sways from Earth's breath. Amidst the roses, refined grace, the dandelions shines in its humble place, and it drifts wild and free, while roses wear their beauty, a sight to see. Upon the black canvas,the polaris glows and the moonflower's scent in the stillness grows, leads to the path unseen,yet softly known, where stars are seeds by silence sown.