The periwinkle blooms in its lilac beauty And spreads its leaves as if in prayer And the cloud mirrors its pose The needle-like beat from heart to heart Creates ripples like a piece of art

Its flight was one brave and bold attempt Flying flying swirling with ease Hunting looking finding target Aha a beauty one so sweet Off he glides to the side, front, back With all his might he did what’s right To the flower of choice so…