wind blows
petals break
flowers stand large
in the sun to bake

clean summer breeze
birds flying high
plenty of bees buzzing
a light blue sky

she sits in the shade
content as can be
she plants something new
sits in silence, waits to see

the deep dark earth
brown like a bear
the flowers sit upright
with faces that stare

wind blows again
the flowers endlessly dance
her hair blows in her face
her life converts to a trance

she knows it's her time
watching the seedlings grow
she embraces their change
adores them until she will go

part of the garden now
a daisy, she will stand
feet planted in the soil
with crimson petals at hand