She said,

“Write a poem about those flowers”

I said

“Flowers are already poets
The hue that smell like heavens of
Stanzas like sonnets
Petals gold and vehement vermillion
Singing rhythms of poetry.

The thorns, stigma, sepal,style
Pistil, petal, pedicel, anther and bract
They are the keys of a ballad.

Their classic beauty was sung by all great poets
Trying to compete with poetic nature.
Its elegance is a song of winter
Its majestic defines the crown of summer
Full of spring they write poetry

How can I write about the beauty of nature
When they define the beauty of the creator?”

Hon. Pamacheche Tapiwanaishe