Piérre Ramon Thomas

Mythical Creature

by Piérre Ramon Thomas

Flowers emerge from the earth wherever he strides,
Greenery becomes greener with his presence;
His robe of clouds explains why it appears he glides
On unfettered air which is his essence.
It is clear that pink is his language of choice,
He revels in his unique color;
Some men despise the flamboyancy of his voice,
Grumble and complain it should be duller.
He tosses handfuls of glitter dramatically in the air,
Glitter that resembles his crown of stars;
To happen upon another like him is rare
For the traits of boldness and confidence are sparse.