Good Morning

Good Morning

When my flower is in the morning sun

Her edges crisp with knowing

I smile an exhale of the past

Feeling the reaching roots to new ground

Where moisture of reflection is found

Where creative opportunities are built

On maximization of opportunities past

Where limiting rocks are seen as path

As blessings

Where I choose to root reaching ever deeper

Into the truth of being a flower

 

The air so fertile

While being here I can go anywhere

The sense of freedom

To spread my leaves and pollen alike

Simply bask in the sun

It is a new day