what a day to begin with
when you see flowers at your desk
what a fresh start to unlock the day for
no one knows what it is lurking at its end
flowers, their perfumes are bottled
to be spritz and splash in your collar
to make you smell like a million dollar
man or woman for your muse and love
jasmine aka sampaguita you are that
together with ilang-ilang, rosal
dama de noche and champaca
your sweet scent rules these balmy nights
i plant flowers for the bees to suck
i plant blooms for my garden to be plucked
by admiring hands, smiling enthusiasts
with golden hearts, of the old and the young
sampaguita you are so bonita
pure and white, clean and bright
you've been picked, bundled as a lace
and sold in front of churches
sampaguita, your silence speaks
your perfume captivates
the tired, the old, and the lame
the poor and the barren in spirits
but most of all and the best
you are tossed at the feet of saints
hung on their hands and necks
and laid to adorn Jesus on its feet
then your existence is justified even how short it is...
beautifully arranged sampaguita in a vase...pic is from the www. thank you for sharing your perfectly presented true flower art, the best :)
