Someone put together a bottle of white out

The lone figure in white stands in the distance
Out of green earth comes a delicate white flower.
Out of chaos rises the colors shining brightly against their counterparts.
An old ending from hich came a new beginning.
The 3-D circle which eternally goes 'round.
Lines recited with meaning known, but only subconciously.
A white hole in green space, Black forever discolouring it.
A vase, waiting the wildflowers picked for it.