Flower- a poem
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
Sundrenched petals yearning,
stretching to the infinite azure blue,
find solace in the simplicity of life,
the order of light and dark, awake and sleep.
No thought of consequence, harm or strife,
simply the being of life, it’s glory abundant,
enacting the path of cycles, of transformation,
with acceptance and surrender.
The silent echo of the seed of birth,
given life and form from will,
traits of seeds long passed,
propagate the future vibrant.
Unknowing the beauty of its existence,
the humble flower, the womb of future,
does bask in the essence of its being,
and holds tightly its nurturing earth.
It questions not its fate,
its life as long or short as it’s granted,
its purpose to create beauty,
to continue and appease the winter.
The flower sees not the pity for the fallen,
only the passage of change, of life renewed,
the abundance of just balance,
and the warmth and compassion of life.