Ah, calm, cool, wind sheer,
with sprinkle droplets.
Pearl-like crystal clear,
along the petals pockets.

An, ah, luscious array,
of garden radiance,
like a rose bouquet,
but, with an essence.

Aloft, in the back of,
on the shelf.
The flowers stood above,
like it was presenting itself.

Work of mother-nature,
at her finest best.
We must cherish her fruits,
in the moments, we rest.