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BLOOM INC.

YU HANN LIM



BLOOM INC.

When I was taking photos of these beautiful
flowers, it made me realize something. We so
often overlook and just walk by these nature
masterpieces, and I admit I did the same
thing. However, when I actually went in for a
closer look and saw the mesmerizing beauty
of these flowers, I knew I had to share photos
of these with others and have them appreciate
the beauty of them as well. Flowers are truly
Mother Nature’s art, they should never be
thrown aside and unappreciated.

Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.

To and fro they went
Thro’ my garden bower,
And muttering discontent
Cursed me and my flower.

Then it grew so tall
It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o’er the wall
Stole the seed by night.

When looking at all these
different and vibrant colored
flowers, i felt such an urge to
capture their beauty through
a lens. Even though a picture
can never compare to seeing
it in real life, i think these
pictures really do convey
some sort of message and
beauty to us. Nature really
is no match for us, she real-
ly does create and maintain
masterpieces. For that, i can’t
thank her enough. Thank
you for letting us see such
beauty in our world.

They have no mouth, but seem to speak
A thousand words so mild and meek.

They have no eyes , but seem to see
And bury thoughts into me.

They have no ears, but seem to hear
All my cries, my every tear.

They have no arms, but seem to pat
When with worries my heart is fat.

They have no feet, but seem to walk
Along with me in my dreams and talk.

They, I know, are the flowers so nice
That spread their fragrance a million miles.

Grow a few and then you’ll know

Rambling down a cobbled pathway,
I stumbled upon a wild rose,
Deep garnet red,
Velveteen petals each curled to perfection,
Luminescent and innocently pretty,
A coy damsel oblivious of her beauty,
Fading away unadored and unsung,
Looking at me, she blushed
I stood love stung, adoring her,
Borrowed a steam bearing a bud
Planted her proudly in my garden,
Ever day, day after day,
I watched my rose break out of its chrysalis,
Groomed it with devout care,
Nurturing it with fertilizer,
Admiring it with every moment,
Watching it grown and come into full bloom,

In the pleasant time of Pentecost,
By the little river Kyll,
I followed the angler’s winding path
Or waded the stream at will,
And the friendly fertile German land
Lay round me green and still.

But all day long on the eastern bank
Of the river cool and clear,
Where the curving track of the double rails
Was hardly seen though near,
The endless trains of German troops
Went rolling down to Trier.

They packed the windows with bullet heads
And caps of hodden gray;
They laughed and sang and shouted loud





YU HANN LIM


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