Serenity dislodged by frivolous butterflies,
Gathering and congregating here and there.
Ruffling composure, a whirling breeze, I shivered.
I, a rugosa rose; he a bramble walker
And bee keeper, I had hips and potpourri,
Thorns and prickles. Not entirely attractive to most.
As he walked he collected pollen, curiosity was my downfall.
Microspores attached and for eons, waited,
Leisurely seeped into the earth around my feet.
Slowly sprouting, hidden within the brier of me.
Waiting for a sapphire spring and a lapis night,
To once again be charmed by a bold Saturn as he shines