When the warmth and light, comes.

And dries the dew formed over the dark night.

When you hear the birds and bees hum.

And when the darkness, becomes bright.

When the harmony of life strums.

And you see the creatures take flight.

Open, up your flower

And expose your nectar, out in plain sight.

The pulse of life beats on like a drum.

You must share in the great plan, with delight.

To make more flowers, you do not need a green thumb.

But you do need to let the creatures pick at you.

Without a fight.

Share your flower, before you put it away for the night.

 

By J.D. Bardo.