Amaryllis Poem by Folayemi Akande

O you bulbous offspring of poor autumn
Mother of cluster, funnel-shaped pink wings
Crowned with petals and sepals bright as dawn
And with white crimson veins that never wrinks
Naked lass, your death is every man's loss,
In your native land with mount'nous fynbos.

When a glance as costly as time I take
On the heapy breast of the western cape
With the eternal bliss that you do make
Such momentous glee do not me escape.

For you are an embelishment of bliss
With rare hue that bequeaths eyes with sweet feels
You fine enchantress of the western shore
The begining and end of nature's core.

Amaryllis, sweet exquisite splendor
Fine nature, with strong hold on every law.