Hana

The waves rushed against the shore,
and plunged the mortal few back to the deep.
Manifested above the blanket of white stood a flower:
rooted as a tree,
and encompassed by the sand.
It avoided the murky depth's outstretched arm,
the fathom's fuming hand.
It was the light in a sea of darkness,
the color washed on the timeless wasteland.
It stood as a beacon of hope,
and unveiled the smile in a sailor's parched lips.

The flower sang, and the quiet sound drew the eyes of all around.
The hardened sea dog, the blood-thirsty pirate, the wise captain.
Over the many years and through the countless billows;
they had seen this as a gift sent by the great Poseidon himself to all who passed this way.
I humbly walked the beach that day.
I carelessly cast my eyes to come what may.

To and fro I focused on land and water;
until I was lured.
Before me laid a promise signed in lavender.
Its petals glistened from the sun,
So I gathered myself as I peered into the intensity of forever.
My face was unable to hide the timeless smile.
I crouched and whispered,
"Forevermore you will have this throne."
I stood and passed the green stalk, and the blossomed crown upon its head.