Dutifully perched atop the very center of my place,
Thirty-two petals reflected color upon the terrace.
Upright upon the edge of the bed I sat,
Completely content in a well-mannered chat.
Hours passed and my eyes remained,
Glued unto those thirty-two petals, vase contained.
From the golden rod color erupting from their core,
To the forest green shooting downwards to the floor.
I discovered blues camouflaged quietly betwixt the purples,
And subtle oranges traipsed their way through the sepals.
I listened intently as light danced across the Xiphion,
For any secret those Irideae summon.