Posted by This petal of the rose
whose role was part of a greater whole
Close to me always
‘neath my pillow, to my lips, upon my breast
In the end her fragrance,
texture, glory colors another shade of dust
Began life long ago a swelling
bud building out a thorny cane
Chasing a breeze this petal
finds my hand carried distant me to win
In celebration time winds
down proudly she persists, nature’s oblìge her mist
Still one by one each
takes her turn each petal a vision left to yearn
Know obedience to a whole
in sacrifice is worship of the beauty in us all.