A tiny seed, of its cocoon, breaks free;
From the womb of the dark earth, testify; Stretching thy spindly
neck in daylight see; Faces turning to heaven’s rays on high.
Lithe stalk bending in the sun, buds in wait; Fibonacci sequence patterns
swirling; For promiscuous bees to pollinate;
Vibrant yellow petals coil, unfurling. Time passes,
leaves brown and let go, heads bow; Winds blow, seeds
dance like butterflies in flight; O lithe stalk, bending downward disallow;
Your brightness gone, your beauty's lost delight.
A seed falls to the ground, and there tis lain,
A new cycle of life begins again.
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Gigi Gibson
Gigi Gibson is a writer and poet. She loves little rescue dogs, interior decorating, and chocolate. “To evoke an emotional response in my readers… that would be the most satisfying thing that I could accomplish with my writing.”
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Comments (1)
This was gorgeous. I love sunflowers 💕