Colin F. Jones

THE HUMAN FLOWER

Tis all your magic inside the seed you sow,
And it will pullulate, and beautify and grow.
Espoused with that of wonderment and love,
That fits together like a hand and glove.
Yet then the wind will blow away the flower
That it might bloom elsewhere some other hour,
To sow again its magic in a seed;
For ‘tis Mother Nature’s way; ‘tis how we breed.
Then we might gaze upon them as they grow,
Watch them depart for ‘tis always that they go.
To find a happy pathway through their time,
Or make do with the circumstance they find.
But always they will desire their seed to sow,
That buds will blossom; the human flower to grow.