From a Seedling

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The metamorphosis of a flower.

Submitted: February 25, 2014

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From nothing but a pale, white seed,

A green tendril breaks. 

Curling up onward to breathe.

Each green leaf escapes the soil,

To bask in the sun.

To drink the rain.

Nourishment helps it begin to stand upright,

Leaves become longer,

smaller leaves grow in number.

Branches rise, petals hide.

Bulbs begin to peel,

Revealing soft pink mouths,

Petals unfolding one by one,

Until all is a snowy pink froth.

Here attracts the humming bird, bee, bug and moth,

As it's nectar so sweet is flowing for all to eat.

The flower grows heavy,

It grows weak.

The petals are deeply pink, now stained brown.

Drooping, then drying, the flower is dying.

No more busy bees flying, no more sky in sight.

Then, quietly the flower falls and lies.

 

 


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