It opens its petals in a sublime smile of fragrant welcome

For the flowing invisible breeze, hence the name

Having sprung from the tears of Aphrodite mourning Adonis

Or turned scarlet from blanch by the blood of Adonis

It symbolises everlasting love and dying hope, both

It closes its petals to prophecy the rainfall

Having diagnosed the impending pregnancy of floating clouds

They close at nightfall and within them sleep fairies

A nymph loved by Zephyrus was transformed

By jealous Flora to this flower, leaving it at the mercy of Boreus
And withering it before the arrival of gentle spring wind

It is the symbol of anticipation, of expectations

It sprang up from the blood shed by Christ at Crucifixion

And blooms before arrival of Zephyr to build

The anticipation heralded by its arrival

The scarlet and white blooms are termed flowers of death

When moving through their fields one held the breath

Lest its poisonous fragrance enter the nostrils

They symbolised sickness and were said to guard against them

This forsaken bloom of beauty has elixir of love in flimsy veins

And redolent affection in its sweet breath

As it share smiles of benign benevolence with the world

Embracing its love the gentle breeze with soft caress

In invisible  fingers of affection…