Birth Of A Flower
By Riss Ryker
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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.
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A big warm welcome to the
A big warm welcome to the site Riss Ryker. Enjoyed this very much. Some great lines, in fact too many to mention. Also loved the last three lines in which you sum up the whole thing. Great start.
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