Have you watched a flower grow?
have you watched from seed through sow?
watch the petals tumble out
watch them as they fan about
dancers on a ballroom stage
they move with grace and calm embrace
see the colours change from pink
to red with burns of orange ink
marvel as it stretches tall
toward the iridescent ball
the mighty sun, bringer of life!
god of love and war and strife!
Bringer of death its role as well
do not forget life comes in two
from night to day, from me to you
harmony can only be
when two things balance equally
like petals on a rose with thorns
or gentle deer with savage horns
and when the flower dies,
don’t lament, there’s beauty still
beauty in the curling leaves,
for life is growth and death and change
from clover through to mountain range
we are the stars, we are the sea
and when we die we are all three
the sun, the deep and all between
that dying flower is our Queen
watch her grow from birth to death
her beauty lies in changing breath.