“Life In The Seed Stage” — Image by kenne
Flower, flower
what were you?
Were you as beautiful then,
as you as now?
There you were, all alone
at the edge of life’s trail.
No siblings at you side,
no suitors flying around your crown.
My eye caught your beauty,
a halo in the sunlight
in a bed of memories,
ready to ride the wind.
kenne
Sweet! Keene, the path of your words paint an image of beauty, but more still; understanding.Thank you for the clarity.