Birth Of A Flower

Gently grows the flower. 
Seeking petal perfection on 
the wings of a seed.
Mating with the earth
in dark richness, 
germinating transcendence.

Evolution bursts free, 
spiraling ever upwards 
to greet a bright reality. 
Unfolding newborns,
velvet in their sheaths of green.

Begging the sky, they drink. 
Perfect petals push their way
to efflorescence, lifting satin
faces to the sun in reverence. 
Butterflies behold, as blossom

unfolds it’s glory for all to see.
The flower is born and Earth 
weeps it’s blessings.
Gently grows the flower.