Below is the poem entitled Flower Dances which was written by poet
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For some occasions,
when she wants to appear attentive,
her eyes are Morning Glory brilliant blue,
unwinding for sunrise, heliotropic,
closing at dusk,
wilting into the dark.
As light fades on summer evenings
her brilliant white Datura gown
unfolds its pleats to Dervish-whirl
through the cooling air,
attracting all manner of
as darkness deepens,
resting to dance again tomorrow.
On more desperate nights,
her vanilla scented Cereus-spirit
all but explodes,
anxious to find her lover
in that single evening of her life.
By dawn’s light
she hangs spent and lifeless,
her glory gone
but for the seeds planted in her belly
during that wondrous darkness.
YouTube has marvelous stop-action films of these flowers. There is information elsewhere online regarding their uses by and effects on humans.