Who Am I

As petals open one by one I think of rehabilitation But who am I? Wild Irish rose I used to be. I am a part of what's in you I am the iris of your eyes I am a black panther prancing in warm rain I am a brook finding river, reaching to sea I am quiet dawn awakened by the Source I am noontide warmth I am rainbow glow of evenings I am a good night sleep I am morning inspiring you I am the humble eye, renewed each spring. *