Just Like The Flowers

Just like the flowers,

I bloom in the Spring 

She nurtures me with her colours and gentleness.

I grow to be fuller.

But not a soul that passes by

Looks upon with awe.

Only some true lovers

Wanderlust in the bliss of nature, 

Amazed by my beauty, 

Touch me with their soothing palms. 

And let me be. 

I don't bear no fragrance, 

Neither the hues of corals. 

I am no rose, nor lily, 

Not resemble any orchid. 

Just a wild pale yellow flower. 

In some deserted uncivilised land. 

Yet adding to the beauty, 

That some eyes behold. 

Not a common man can adhere to my presence. 

I am what, 

Only souls with gold can perceive.