The wisdom of flowers

I wrote songs

with my breath

each a sonnet

each a cycle, complete

each a day and an eternity, equally.

I wrote songs

with my body

rising sun

green limbs finally reaching warmth

come again

open to then fade

down to dark earth

back to bare limbs.

I wrote songs

and sang them through

my life

under sun and moon

under wind and rain

until I am under this earth

fed until I feed this earth

joy then rejoicing in the end.