Even
flowers flutter in the wind
their
stalks bend to the power,
all
in a trembling voice.
They
shimmer in the sun
warm
to the touch and hot to the hand
valued
above others.
Here
I lie alone
no
body, nor son to warm me
his
words lost in the silence
as
admiration dwindles and falls.
Here
she lay forgotten.
Sand
cradled and embraced repeatedly
the
waves transform each bit
as
his charge overpowers,
alters
the smallest of cares
generating
that worth viewing
and
beyond so, wooing
Yet
here I lie alone
still
no body, nor wave to lap me
the
words falter through distance
their
admiration dwindles and fails.
Here
she lay forgotten.
Creatures
sheltered from the elements
trees,
ground and rock envelop them
life
and health dependent.
Every
fancy fulfilled
resulting
in a lavish beauty
Cherished
and protected.
And
here I lay alone
no
body, or words to warm me
as
the span greatens
the
admiration subsides.
How
long will she lay forgotten?
~But I tell you that even Solomon with his riches was not dressed as beautifully as one of these flowers [Matthew 6:29]~
