Old Age That Never Fade Poem by Varsha M

As a child
It remains hidden
Inside green fold
To be wrapped in that crown
Until it's no longer small round.

Slowly as it mature
Greenary give course
Holding it at the base
As it flair its glorious,
Lustrous look that gather fame.

Growing little more older
Grace her with beauty stupendous
Inching every space there
Until all of her stood lustrous
Bewitched at her ardent feature.

The glaze wondrous it holds, all time
Chose to fade away without giving up radiance.