I am able to bloom because
the earth holds me in her arms
as gentle as an early morning dew.

The droplets nourish me
and if I choose
I peek around the outer layers
and embrace not one
but many lives
in wonder and awe

Trusting the new beginnings
as petals fall
as colors fade.

As seasons change
and I remember
the beauty of a bloom
and the lingering fragrance
of my life well lived.

• Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers