WildFlowers

In the deep darkness

You began to wake,

Silently stirring.

You journeyed long

Through Spring,

Moving towards the light.

From weaver to young shoot,

Then tall as meadow grass you grew,

Graced with pastel flowers,

Wild and wonderful,

A blaze of colour

In the Summer sun.

Well beyond your sell-by-date,

Planted in hope.

Against the odds you survived,

Encoded to become,

To blossom and surprise.

The seeds from which you came

Will soon again be scattered

On the ground.

The beauty that is life

Forever charged with change.