In a winter the dark seeds reached me.
It was a long waiting to see her in garden.
Not to take risk, I concealed her in towel,
She and her friends were covered in soil,
I wet her with pure water and locked her,
Tightly sealed in container to let her grow.

Days passed, watered her daily. Oh! It’s her!
As a baby, her tiny greenish body grew,
When her tiny hands start to come out,
She blushed with my cautious touches.

I plant her legs on the ground and she stood,
Her tiny green arms and twin bodies grew,
The sprinkled water quenched her thirst.
Her stable legs consumes the manure.
Soil bumb covered her feet and supported.

Attaining youth she played with wind.
As a young lady she cooked food in sun,
Danced with rain, and dressed in fall,
And slept in moon with her fragility.

Her golden leaves withered in fall, like dead.
In spring and warmth she shined, but never bloomed.
We celebrated her birthdays twice with cuts,
Wilts fevered her health and she almost dead.

Two springs and summers passedby in green!
The terennial spring witnessed a bud in her!
She darkened her colour as a mother,
Her first bud developed as shiny pink flower.

Before I congratulate her, she dressed in pink,
Bees and ants feasted honey from her lads.
It amazed the bird eyes and they sung,
Bees smiled with hungerfree stomachs,
Ants drunk sweet and thanked by killing fungis,
The celebration lasted for weeks followed,
With the mid summer she turns back green.

My green peony, looked at me in doubt,
And we both looked down to see, in hope,
Of welcoming her kids, some died, like her friends.
And like her, a baby survived! In breeze,
I saw her fondling the baby with her arms.
I helped her to protect her only child.
Witnessing the cycle of emotions I saw her,
Blooming every winter, helping the bees and ants,
Progeny the future and helping me to Smile.
Does she know, that she help us all?
She Do….. So does the Kids…. –Avan