I am.
Self-contained heat and passion
I am like the ember in the fire pit
End of the day, heard so much
Took it all in and gave heat back.
Before becoming ashes again; one with earth
Seed.
Self contained wisdom and beauty
Then came the sun and the rain
And the dark soil softened my skin
And I burst forth a white crocus
Too soon picked by a child; happy to be chosen.
Song.
A woman wrapped her arms about a tree
and sang me all of once
I was released and returned to heaven
by way of the wind
What more could I ask for?
