A flower grows
Burgeoned by the Dawn.
In the Garden of Eden
A flower blooms alone.
It dances with the Moonlight
It imbibes Heaven’s dew.
Mute, but it sings.
You can hear its song
Within your heart,
For this is not an ordinary flower;
It’s your flower
And it’s yours alone,
Just as the Rose
Was Little Prince’s betrothed.