Warmth From Mother Sun

WARMTH FROM MOTHER SUN Will you plant a tiny seed in the ground? It may be tight, and soiled, and dark as night, A body buried inches underneath. The rains do come and muddy up your sight. The worms surround you threatening to bite. Yet Little by little Sprouts a green stem, feeling the light of day, Just a little stronger as warmth lays hold, Still a little frightened by the weather. Yet The sunshine tilts, your countenance upward, Pats your head, smiles like a good mother hen, Tells you uplifting tales of pretty petals - Where the smell of dirt lifts, replaced by sweet. Shy petals yield, at the encouragement, Painted eyelids of pink, violet, and blue. Special ones stand very tall, mimicking Golden sun, and produce edible seeds. My dear, godspeed! You may even be a weed – spread those seeds. Even dandelion wine is a kiss… I will leave you with this: just be yourself! Kim Rodrigues © 2017