The Gardens Jewels
We are all flowers
The Garden’s Jewels
A sun-soaked stroll, skin tanned, aged
She felt the heat despite the breeze
White wisdom is her crowning glory
sloppily atop wavy hair
Whimsy and wonder her trademark
Smiling, reflecting the Father and Mother
We are all like flowers, she hums
Rooted in deep loam, her fingers reaching
Moist, silky, saturated with nutrients, falling soil raining
Shooting down, tendrils and roots , careful to preserve
Collecting and reflecting, delicate and slender
Sunlight and gathering to ourselves, resolve
The structural integrity to reach our source, life
Green sprouts shoot forth toward the radiance, living she breathes
Heavy burdens shouldered aside, striving hands reaching
Our cradle having become our residence, love and solidity
Stretching, reaching, climbing, newborn
Ever onwards we reach, she kneels
Our buds blooming at our zenith, considering carefully
Bright explosive gradients of color, smiling crinkled eyes
Laced and threaded through delicately, translucent petals blowing
The masters brush resting, how wonderful, exclaiming
We show our glory our crowning beauty, the garden’s jewels
To absorb and reflect more of the radiance, a work well considered
He who dwells in cerulean hues, giving the growth
We shine for a time, life our crucible
our reflected radiance diminished, our voices lost and found
Our glory faded, tattered, torn, memory persisting
Wind whipped and wilted, fondly and with care
We slump, our stem bowed with age, iron rigidity all that maintains posture
Till we embrace the mother, resting from all labors
We fade, our seeds sown, it will come again
In the cradle of our home and grave, we have and will be
Persisting for a time in the memory of the sun, family becoming our refrain
Till rebirth gives life to a new generation, a twinkle in the eye of yonder years
Seeds sown, ever reaching, continuing
Rising, falling, and ever seeking
Life has its ways to sap our strength, she rises greeting
Reflections, thoughts of past, the mirror of her reflection
Present giving to future’s fortune, held and loved
Who we become and have been, a new Autumn
Mystery given to understanding, seasons change
Depth into death, not withstanding
This piece is part of my book The Seven Thunders.
Available now on Amazon — and free with Kindle Unlimited.
Written in conjunction with Pernoste
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