Oestra

The woodland sisters
Many rotating conjure light
Like a shy retiring soul
A nosegay of the night
Pretty ornamentation
Petals pearly white
With a tinge of lilac
And her yellow anthems bright
how delicate the wind flower
Each fluttering refrain
Perfect emancipation
Startled by the rain
Gently she bows her head
With everything to gain
With evenness and harmony
And behold the counter pane
Of satins and of cotton
Billowing before
The all encompassing greenery
That the butterflies adore.