South Shepards Purse

The sun, blinded by her exquisiteness. 

Standing short, four white petals, opening and spreading life.

Hunted, for her beauty, as she rests and provides.

Buzzing bees indulge on her rich pollen.

Wealthy in charm, poor in quantity, it tries but something always stops her.

She has a life of being hunted for her exquisiteness.

She hides for her life, finally she's out of danger, her hunter is now her protector, in a safe, secure place, and spreading her life everywhere.