Xyris

Resembling a simple yellow beautiful butterfly, You, O Xyris, stand alone in this universe mystique; Uncommon, midst thorny bushes you bloom, and gladly sigh, You shine like sunbeams dipped in gold, though, lo, your stems are weak...! Two-edged razor-like leaves and iris-like appearance, oh, Like an angel in yellow apparel, you seem to be; When tender breeze, on your branches and blooms, gently does blow, You shake your head as though accepting that fate that falls free...! Though no physical strength I find in you, there's some spirit, Which I cannot but accept; you are, indeed, so gentle; You dare to bloom midst wild plants; there, yet, seems, life little bit, You're a blend of a matter spiritual and mental...! In yellowish splendor, hi Xyris, you should shine ever, There should, in your color and shade, be a black dot never...!