Moonflowers grow reserved for the full moon.
They begin to unfold with moonlight kisses,
With a special delight in the month of June.
Some as large as a child's tea set dishes,
Most the size of beautiful Fairy horns.
Those lucky to see are granted three wishes.
Growing in serenity without thorns,
The lips turn crimson after their moonlit kiss.
They gleam when the early morning dew forms.
Touch one to your cheek, feel it's gentle caress
As a sign of acceptance and elation.
It's an experience only a fool would miss.
Seeds sown in the shadow of salvation,
It's brief life finished with satisfaction.