By Maya Isabella Alva, Contributing Writer
Iris.
The delicate petals
Dyed bright indigo
Make me wonder
When did everything get so beautiful?
Dark
But not drab
Light
But not joyous.
Something in between.
Something different.
Painted with amazing colors
Drops of yellow
Play in the middle
Almost like the sun
In empty space.
A blast of color
In quilts of green.
Stuck in a beautiful bliss
A bliss simply called
Iris.