A Flower Wakes
A flower wakes at forest's edge,
Prompted, called forth by Spring,
Tucked in between some hyssops and sedge,
Blinking, eyes full of beams.
Yawning, it spreads its petals, imbued
By photons effusively lent,
Glistening, robed in a delicate dew,
Beauty Winter had pent.
Curious bees abuzzing thrill,
Pistils erupt bearing gold,
Chaos in sync, cotillion fulfills
Dance forged in ancient untold.
Ephemeral symphony rounding the earth,
Robing, disrobing, then dead,
Surging of Life returns where the dearth
Left wake of dismay in its stead.
Souls borne on barrenness often will fledge
With wings yearning canopy view;
As blooms reappear between hyssops and sedge
Soaring, rejoicing renew.
A flower wakes at forest's edge,
Prompted, called forth by Spring,
Tucked in between some hyssops and sedge,
Blinking, eyes full of beams.
Yawning, it spreads its petals, imbued
By photons effusively lent,
Glistening, robed in a delicate dew,
Beauty Winter had pent.
Curious bees abuzzing thrill,
Pistils erupt bearing gold,
Chaos in sync, cotillion fulfills
Dance forged in ancient untold.
Ephemeral symphony rounding the earth,
Robing, disrobing, then dead,
Surging of Life returns where the dearth
Left wake of dismay in its stead.
Souls borne on barrenness often will fledge
With wings yearning canopy view;
As blooms reappear between hyssops and sedge
Soaring, rejoicing renew.
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