White Santan
I am a flower, a small bloom savored with sweet nectar. Sometimes I am red. Sometimes a pink, a yellow, or a peach. I am rarest with white. Children loves me as I have this ethereal drop of sweet fruit juice. I call this ambrosia. A liquid only gods and goddesses can drink. Yes, I am a Santan.
I grow on most occasions and on most places. In your heart, in your solitude. I grew weary to be simple and yet I am.
I am a flower. I bloom. I wither. And yet, I give you hope that after this season, I'll come back.
