She walked through the field
In the hot summer sun,
There was a warm summer breeze
blowing the grass and wildflowers.
She stopped for a moment to admire
A large white flower, so lacy and frilly.
She felt something brush against her leg.
Fearing that it was some form of insect
She reached down to brush it away.
She saw a smaller flower much like the first
But greenish in color.
She heard it’s gentle whisper saying
Take me for I am younger you see
And tomorrow her beauty will fade
And be reincarnated in me.
Susan Bergeron
July 29, 2009