A flower
Bursting through the ground
Growing from a storm shower
It’s edges nice and round
From here to there
And all around
It’s petals were spread
But now it’s dead
New life will start from one before
And then again it will spread
From stem to bloom
All starts something new
The colors start bright
And soon seem to fade
But all show
That one life will start another
Would you mind looking through an old man’s desk? All this stuff here hasn’t been touched in ages: the stapler is dusty; the pens have dried. Why is there a calendar from 1986? Would you mind sorting
Peeking out from beneath a leaf, An orchid spike begins its upwards journey Towards the light above, slowly but surely. The fleeting sunlight, however brief, Guides it to the goal it seeks. It twists,
