Nanang's Marigolds Poem by Jan Andrei Manzano

I was supposed to write a downcast poem,
But when I went out of our dear abode,
And took a glimpse of nanang's garden—
There the marigolds stood full of life,
And it reminded me who I really am.

Mesmerized by the vibrance of its colors,
I headed towards the bountiful marigolds,
Relished its spirit, felt the touch of its petals;
I put myself at the center of the bed of marigolds,
There I savored the flowers' gentle embrace.

Their scent is not as lovely as Jasmine's,
It is strong, pungent, and musky, but
I would still love to jump into a bed of marigolds;
Because I was supposed to write a downcast poem,
But when I went out of our dear abode…

I saw the invigorating state of nanang's marigolds,
Earned enough strength, collected enough inspiration,
To move forward, to be grateful, to be hopeful;
So, I wrote an animated poem—describing marigolds,
And their wonderful impact on someone almost giving up as me.