Birth of a Flower
Gently grows the flower.
Seeking petal perfection on
the wings of a seed.
Mating with the earth
in dark richness,
germinating transcendence.
Evolution bursts free,
spiraling ever upwards
to greet a bright reality.
Unfolding newborns,
velvet in their sheaths of green.
Begging the sky, they drink.
Perfect petals push their way
to efflorescence, lifting satin
faces to the sun in reverence.
Butterflies behold, as blossom
unfolds it’s glory for all to see.
The flower is born and Earth
weeps it’s blessings.
Gently grows the flower.
Copyright © Riss Ryker | Year Posted 2015
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