Monday, July 22, 2013

In the garden of time

I am as a flower
opening to the day
rising my petals
toward the sun's warmth
drinking in the morning dew
I perfume the earth
many friends come to visit
to gather what they need
drinking down into
the well of me
I am bright in youth
and slowly fade with time
wilting, curling
adding new lines
many others come and go
in the garden of time
I am colorful
and the winds move me slowly
blowing in freedom
I have set my roots down
deep in the soil
and it nourishes me
for the season that I be
I give the gift... of me

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