A flower is lovely
At every stage
Of her glorious
Little life cycle

As she intends
Hopefully nurtured
For thriving far
Beyond mere survival

Her colors and textures
Shift with the seasons
Following light
By sun and moon too

Welcoming rain
And little bee whispers
Sending out seeds
Of Love on the breeze

Leaning and reaching
Growing toward good
High to the sky
Rooting in earth

Both needed sources
Of nourishment
Food

What do you choose
To feed and grow
You