A purple flower

 A purple flower blossomed in my garden,
 It was bright, and full of life,
 there it stood in the corner,
 Like it had no other place of existence,


 It was glooming with care,
 It showed courage to stand alone there,
 A purple flower, clean and fair.
 And it smiled always in free air.

 I could see it to be too strong ,
 in heavy sunlight,
 and smiling happily ,
 in the cool evening breeze,

 I smelled it, and it was its sweetness,
 A purple flower, beautiful and frail,
 It was Strong with its selflessness,
 Gleaming , Shining, Sweet, and tender.

 I perplexed, How did it get its color,
 is it the plant , or surroundings,
 or is it the almighty?, and i thought
 its her, Her own magic,and zeal.

 Its confidence was so contagious,
 like it was one source of inspiration,
 It conveyed me to be, zealous, and strong,
 and to be cheerful, and selfless!