I was an artistic, floral designer, intoxicated by the sweet-smelling blooms,
Like magenta butterfly swarms, at a standstill, intoxicated by floral fumes.

Gold days were full of my bloom designs, each one so original and unique,
Just as none are aware of vague, opaque thoughts, before we soon speak.

I worked with vibrant, live blooms and dried; silken ones and velvets, too,
Just like the myriad variety introduced, when azure skies tire of being blue.

But I longed to make that lasting impression, with an outstanding creation,
Beauteous and unforgettable, like crystal waterfalls' roaring determination.

Adoring family laughed with me, through hours of saffron sun and flowers,
Spirits soaring like birds, against turquoise walls, until a cherry sun sours.

Friends ofttimes visited my home and glad thoughts, living it up like mad,
Like scarlet butterflies in vogue of season, visit blooms that make us glad.

I lived in the house of ripe, lazy summer, and blooms drowsing in hot beds,
Their fragrances making daily life lovely, in vivid greens, creams and reds.

Neighbors trod a well beaten, lavender path, with cheery trivia and news,
As fervid, yellow sun hurries to get an inkling, of glittering, morning dews.

Summer drama was in blue ocean's roar, and the sandpipers were singing,
Like evenings, one dramatic sunset later, when to all, moonlight is clinging.

Strange colors introduced and mingled, creating shades heretofore unseen,
Like the creamiest, palest yellow, sometimes present in lovely moonbeams.

One night I gazed at star filled skies, which left an impression on my eyes,
That translated into my heart's memory, for a latterly, fruitful year surprise.

Like the varicolored afterglow of summer, as seen in flying autumn leaves,
Or memory of sunlit, green blooms, in the purple dawn mist, by the trees.

Ensuing days were also filled with sharp impressions, lingering long in mind,
With that haunting kind of natural beauty, as of rainbows storms left behind.

Said theme was in rich, flaming sunsets, and sunrise dreams of golden day,
And in glad laughter echoing outwards, when watching happy children play.

I finally achieved my cherished dream, with an unforgettable arrangement,
By using the intensity and abandon nature taught me, causing amazement.

That arrangement became a popular bestseller, like birdsongs gone golden,
Or freshest pearly stars, arrived at midnight to play, in a harmony so olden.

I still collect memories that glow, as the sunlit worlds in rich drops of dew,
Or eye pleasing glinting gardens, where the wild purple martin lately flew!