Reaching towards the heavens,
With fingers, of golden petal,
For the glory, of the creator,
To bless my center seeds,
With the life of the energetic,
Sun rays,
Pleading with the Son,
To shower my softness,
With the life, of the morning dew,
My friends the bees,
Suckle my nectar's sweet,
Fanning away heat,
With transparent wings,
Of freedom, so neat,
Awarded they are,
With golden coats of pollen,
Allowing the beautification,
Ornamenting, the wild flowers,
In the fields, where freedom is born,
I proudly stand, deep rooted,
Awaiting the coolness,
And the promise, of serene,
Moon beams,
With my spread, fingers of golden petals,
Grasping the night, into my heart,
To await another Glorious Day.

By: William Bonilla.....2/24/03