this embryo of its love for the moon
seeded by the shower of silken moonbeams
or its tears of unrequited love
swallowed to incubate into pearls
its one right to sublime fame
or its essence of existence
like dewdrops turned into pearls
as coals into sparkling diamonds
stolen by greedy hands of man
while he was left empty as conch shells
stumps of whithered flowers
pining for its germinating seed of love…