Poem

She was dancing
At the music of wind
Plant as it’s stage
Her beauty is a magic wand
She caught my sight
Calling me to click
Her beautiful blinks
Boldly gave a pose
I think she knows
That I don’t poke my nose
Into its passionate moves
Trust gave it no fright
Must I admire its trait best
I let her fly to her freedom
I am merely an admirer
I can’t claim it mine
To clip its wings fine
So we both are happy
Bonding us through snapping!!