In the beginning the sun shined for me
The birds sang and its song bounced off the spears of grass
A rose had blossomed;
Bright and scented.
The mighty wind tearing off my petals;
Flying in a whirlwind of chill;
Fast—scraping against branches.
Landing on river stones and taken by the high tide;
I floated, somehow the sun still…shining.
The strong wind blew;
But I twirled dancing in all my glory.
I was lifted from the waters by a small child
The wind tried once more;
But I was protected by sweet hands.
It laid me in the garden;
I rested and released the seed I desperately held onto;
With the wind howling with all its might;
I laid in the dirt content for I will be born again.