The Daisy

In my bed. Winter blahs. Colorless ground Icy jaws. I poke my head Timidly forth. I see some green I feel some warmth. I stretch my tendrils Toward the sky. Spindly spikes Reaching high. Slowly my body Unclenches, unfurls Displaying a wonder Color and curls. I dance in the breeze In joyous abandon I bow and I spin Appearing quite random. But when I pause In the sunshine of life I see the most wondrous Sight of my life. Right here, in my bed, While I flitted, oblivious, Was done a miracle Not usually privy us. For far as I looked To my left and my right My front and my back In day and in night. Fields of color Pastel, neon, bright. All posing and twisting To find the best light. I bow to their beauty They bow back in kind Diversity fills My sight and my mind. Some neighbors are dark Some shorter, some tall Some petals reach up Some bend, swoop and fall. Some dropped by a bird, Some planted with love, But all finding life From the Source up above. I'm thankful for color In every direction. I'm thankful for difference Not boring reflection. Joyful integration. But more work ahead. My neighbors and I Hope to make our bed spread! So take it from me The humblest of flower In difference is strength, A rainbow has power! Love is the key; With light always sow. And life will be fruitful, Your kingdom will grow. 2nd place in theme #7 colors, judged 1/28/2016