Life grows on a tiny green stem
surrounded by green-leafed mayhem.
Shaking, fluttering swift breezes,
wind comes and goes as it pleases.
Until one day tiny pips dressed in white,
all smile as one in morning's softest light
while in tall trees music gathers from birds
singing hymns graced in beauty without words.
And the flowers open and hum in turn
until blustery winds again return
scattering leaves and blowing dirt
in chattering rainy dripped spirts.
Each precious flower turns its face away
and hides sweet smiles for another day.
And even if winds destroy it,
nature will again with joy employ it
every year in May, every spring,
the pips look up when musical birds sing.
Copyright 2009 JO Janoski