In sprawling meadows
verdant and flowing
sequoia fingers gently caress the sky
of burning blue
Born of soil, rich and moist
painting colors
vibrant and exciting
are my brothers and sisters
the daisy, the poppy, the snapdragon
Oh, if I could only be with them
tickled by butterfly wings
gathered and kissed by faeries
held to their breasts in joyous embrace
to whirl, dance and sing
in the lusty mist of spring
my seed has fallen on arid soil
hidden in the shadows
I take what little moisture comes to me
and will it into roots
that I may grow, that I may survive
the days grow long
and children play in the summer heat
their cares and worries left behind
in their dash across the meadow
ah, to be picked and flung into the air
in joyous release
and then be picked up again
given to a loved one
and warmed by their grateful smile
But I, roots now firmly in the ground
struggle to reach the light
I've never seen it
but I know it is there
through gravel that blocks my way
with all my energy I push
the little boulders aside
only to find yet another
but still I push
on and on
anticipation builds
as light leaks through my dungeon ceiling
belief rewarded in glorious sight
I push to release myself
from the final stone
oh, to feel the air around me
released from burden, I look upward
and simply grow into the light
I spread my petals
I praise every ray of light
that falls upon me
I savor its warm healing power
I follow its trip across the sky
The rays of Father Sun
dance through leaves
alight in red and golden splendor
the aura of creation
Lovers in sweaters huddle close
walking, admiring the brilliant spectacle
just as I
Ah, to be plucked up
so that I may lay upon the silk
of a fair maiden's hair
But eyes are drawn to the leaves above
These leaves soon descend
one by one to make a bed
one after another to cover me
and whisper good night
and I will sleep
until the icy wind of winter
blows them away
and I die again
and who should I blame?
the seed that bore me?
the ground I fought to take root?
the gravel I fought for release?
was it all just wasted time?
I was born
I fought for every moment in the sun
I bloomed
stretching arms to embrace the sky
but my petals grew strong
as shadows grew long
and in the fleeting hours
before the sun meets the horizon
the warmth of day surrenders to night
my lover's touch eludes me
a single tear kisses my cheek
and falls to the ground
where I lay myself down
surrender to my dreams
die to my frustration
the ground grows rich with my intent
for roots to one day grow in love
and dreams become real
and bloom
