Full of mischief and free of guile,
This flower blooms in the desert.
It rains on command,
And petals turn towards the moon glow.
Underneath, however, the roots have
Taken possession of the inner realms.
Here she is, the mother of Providence.
She feeds and nurtures those who dwell
Within her network,
An empire of gratitude and giving.
She takes that which is precious
With ferocious certitude,
Only to bring it to the surface,
So that all may partake of its beauty.
And when she must die,
She does so peacefully,
Allowing those petals to fall
To grainy earth with the wind of
An late fall to guide them.
It is time for her Ascent.
To bring the nearness of leaf and
Stamen to the stars,
Feed them with delight,
To un-become, drawing all
Fragments to herself,
Expressing infinity in a
Higher spiral of time.
About the Creator
Sabayo Matiku
I express the realities and frequencies that words are carried on, to speak to the heart in a manner that is simple and free. I've come to ruffle feathers and to polish the sky, to laugh and wonder.
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A bit flowery, but lovely poem!