Somewhere a blossom blooms,
Most beautiful of all flowers,
Yet, for lack of eyes to see,
Its petals will lose their luster
Fold upon themselves and
Return to the dust as prophesied,
Leaving the world at a loss
For its secret passing,
And for lack of seeking
We will never know
What we have missed.
But one thing, we will know and,
That is that somewhere this
Undiscovered blossom blooms
Most beautiful of all flowers.
Waiting patiently to be uncovered,
As, somewhere there is a one.
More beautiful than imagined,
Who also waits to be found.
Donovan Baldwin