Cactus Flower

Its flowers look like butterfly beetle and souls’ very splash of color That flower travels after the sun in the sky which is azure When touched by the sun’s rays the colors seem brighter They smell like they came from divine altar Even though every inch of the cactus is protected by sharp spine The flower is not and it looks sublime It grows bigger and more magnificent in time It is more bizarre than I can express in this simple rhyme It is as if it grew from the soul instead of dirt But if such beautiful flower can grow in desert What flower would grow from soil to which soul’s post continuum one would insert? Its majesty and magnificence would expand to great extent The parallels of blue energy run deep They are like secrets only God can keep When conjoined with immortal soul of power it is heap Divine beauty of endless horizon that towards the light will always creep