Roses bloom from her palms,
Orchids tangle in the vines of her hair.
Where she walks, life awakens.
Bees and butterflies, her aura.
Pools of water, her eyes.
Her skin, the earth.
Thorns adorn her limbs.
Nectar drips from the well of her lips.
Life to some; to others, poison.
Death and beauty, embodied.
This poem was based on the writing prompt: flower power.