Beauty in Frames: Of White Flowers and Purple Centipedes

What beauty do these flowers exude!
One step for a closer look,
Then one more and past them I go
It was a whole lot unlike I have seen before
Behold the beauty, I was simply stunned
The trees enveloped in a morning-like mist
Green, red, yellow all of them in frames
Where’s my camera? I just can’t miss this!
With much regret, back I had to turn,
Just to be engrossed, encapsulated and enchanted
Once again by them. White flowers!
I have to rush back to grab my camera… or so I thought,
My eyes went down to check my path, Just to realize
Three bright-purple centipedes marching lightning-speed soldiers-like
Up and down encircling my path.
Closer I bend, two groups of brown arthropods all clambering
Least interested in what’s happening around
The purple centipedes disappeared,
Then back in a blink of an eye
Performing the same routine as if programmed
I have to rush to get my camera I recall
And I woke up.

The Calm

It was sunrise
No it has to be sunset
She was taking a stroll by the beach
Is it really sunset?
Forget about it!
Here is what happened

She was on a stroll
I remember it was a beach
Because there was a sea side by side
But with no sound of the waves
Nor the seagulls as is usually the case
But it was that orange yellow sunset sky for sure
She was walking as if everything is as
She'd planned it to be
Unperturbed.

Then, a gushing wind
She stayed calm
Though engulfed in the wind
that rolled into a giant ball
It was translucent
Then turned black as the night
As she continued on her path
as though she knew it before hand that
That's what it'd be like
To walk into
The calm
In the sunset, in the vast open
With no beginning nor end.