THE FLOWER

With palms folded

Slowly rising upwards

The tender frame supporting a tender heart

Naïve to the journey it is about to take

Struggling against odds

Often tossed about by winds supreme

It cared not

For the “upward path” called from afar.

Once, the Sun shone on it

It knew not what it felt

But open up it did

Its petals one by one,

Revealing a core divine, yet so soft.

Soon it learned to bear the heat

Of its Solar Companion

Day by day it waited Its rise

Night by night its repose

It felt the Sun was there for it, of course!

Soon it found itself among the many,

Its own and then some more

Its frame toughened, thus believing

It whirled and turned alone

For its Companion was there, was it not

Seen yet unseen?

Then came along, that one fine day

When the shine was there no more

All that was left

Was this one faded flower

That thought the Sun had adored!

Sept 18 2006

Santa Rosa