photo source- moon flower
I went to the dense forest of my vision
to collect some flowers for my deity,
holding my basket avowedly empty,
I went down a path silky and moonlit.
I looked up and saw giant trees branched out,
all of them emanating wondrous charm and beauty
and a lot many unseen were luring my passion of still more wondrous things
that I couldn't tell between my minds image and reality.
I moved forward in search of a flowery plant
that would match best my perception and reach.
After a lot of searching I found the best one
at the edge of a silvery, snaky flowing spring
filled with milky flowers, moon soaked, splendid.
With a great adoration I began plucking them one by one
holding the image of my deity crystalline gold
I plucked them all that touched my fingers and heart
then I looked at my basket which was still filled half
I felt sorry as there were no more I could pluck
as rest of the flowers were beyond my reach, placed high enough.
I feared my basket would left half filled owing to my ill luck.
I moaned and moaned and looked here and there
The dawn was painting crimson to my basket and else where
meanwhile the silvery plant was departing from me, bidding adieu.
I looked on and on, holding my basket half filled I looked in wonder
and in no time realised that I had missed much more.
I forgot to see the wondrous beauties near the ground
those were overlooked and unnoticed as I didn't bend a little
I could have plucked them all for my magnificent deity