One more gift

Now wakes the crimson petal,    
falling sepals in the lake    
cast aside the rising stigma,    
bloom and flourish,      
wings unfurled, spread wide.      
  
Seek nectar, pollen sweet      
share with butterflies and eat      
scents unsurpassed by nature.      
One more gift, only one,      
yet worth a thousand times.      
Thirst surmounts desire,      
hear the fountain source      
waft away butterflies, kiss      
tender wings in gratitude,      
now to fly alone,crimson petals      
sweet soft and lips content.