The very sight of them leaves me gasping for air.
Their yellow-white profusion softly seems to wreathe
Around my heart and chest. Their beauty does not spare
A single breath. With every in and out of me
I am compelled to notice how they make me feel
And even in the moments where I cannot see
I cannot help but bow before their soft appeal.
With every second that I try to think and fail
I recognize how much I am beneath their thrall
Even when I catch a breath the air is stale
As if their sheer existence occupies it all.
And so I stand surrounded by such wondrous things
And wonder why the beauty of such nature stings.
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