Sundrops

Perennially, like the angels, bloom with a bright smile Like the sun, radiant with perpetual light and life Ever youthful, and like the goddess Dyana, fruitful How slimly and sternly you are held by a green stem fife! Like the primrose or Auricula, bright yellow or pink Cuter than Primulas, Polyanthuses, and Pansies Of course, not like the touch-me-not! Night and day, yet you blink. Your smile and scent are beyond all fashion-showy fancies. it's, yet, your spiritual greatness that pulls me to you. Cosmically healing all and triggering optimism You heal, they say, and restore any person to youth too. Does, in your shade or fade, anyone find true pessimism? Do you, dear, yet live devoid of existential crisis? I know it's in overcoming these that you find your bliss.