Flower

The Flower of Life

Small and alone sits the seed,
     Surrounded by dark warm soil,
          The seed nourished by the soil,
               Begins its' slow journey upward.
                    First a small crack on its' shell,
                       Then out pushes a week but willing sprout.
                            While far above sits it's creator,
                                 And wonders if it will succeed.

               Pushing and pulling it reaches out,
             Wondering what it might find .
        Once it has broken ground,
    It finds that it is not alone.
        There are smaller and larger sprouts,
             And all are standing erect and proud.
                  While far above sits its' creator,
                       And wonders if it will succeed.

           As the seasons change the sprout changes,
                 From sprout to twig and from twig to bush.
                    its' branches extend upward and outward,
                       And at the ends are big ravishing buds.
              The sprout now a bush waits with anticipation,
          For its' buds to blossom into flowers.
       While far above sits its' creator,
    And wonders if it will succeed.

   Then one fine spring morning it awakens,
        To find its' buds have opened wide.
            Where once were buds now flowers stand.
               Beautiful and radiant in full bloom.
                  It now realizes its' struggles worth,
                     Is to radiate and beautify the world.
                        While far above sits its' creator,
                           And no longer wonders if it will succeed.

Written
By Pooky 12-11-89