Birth Of A Flower

By Riss Ryker

Mon, 26 Jan 2015
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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.

Certificate U
Poem
Nature

Comments

Submitted by jolono on

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.

 

Submitted by Riss Ryker on

My pleasure, being here, Jolono. Thanks for the read and the love!