In the air it glistens,
It keeps in the mountain,
Shimmering and swaying,
The beautiful flower breaths the sun.

Waiting for someone to admire it's beauty,
Surviving the cold mist of the morning,
Soft to the touch, smooth all around.

You can't say no to such a thing,
Nature's heart is beating,
It embraces life, like anything else.

The smell is perfect, irresistible,
But it must be left alone,
It's safe where it is.

The flower makes more,
Covering the mountain with its beauty,
It feels like a dream, never ending.