Silk - Earth Groans

My roots have made a home

Deep in the layers of loam

I have sprouted some leaves

Released my seed, I am blossoming

Frail petals clenching fragile stalk

A life so beautiful

A life so delicate

Sands through the seam of the time keeper

Have we learned how to number our days

The hands of time will transform and shape

The silk in my wings is fair

I don’t question who I’m called to be

The gardener didn’t request a fern or a tree

He chose to plant me

So I’ll bloom, and that’s what I’ll be

The very best version of me

To honor him, I won’t stop growing till its complete

I’ll bring beauty to dormancy

Transient creations

Made precious by mortality

Vulnerable, exposed

My beauty offers no armor

Winter reveals its sharp sting

A chill breeze that’s overbearing

The vary moment is fleeting

The color in my veins have turned to grey

Frail petals clenching fragile stalk

A wind that passes and comes not again

Sands through the seem of the time keeper

Have we learned how to number our days

The hands of time will transform and shape

The silk in my wings is dead

The prettiest of things waste

Will waste

We waste